I should elaborate: meeting him was the first time I'd ever been a voice of reason for someone else, instead of the other way around.
ME. Being the reasonable one.
That's how batshit he can get.
I tried (and failed) to stop him from buying a hooker ten years his senior. She took the money and ran, claiming her car broke down, and he had a small scale meltdown. He met her on WhatsApp and was paying for nudes.
The last time I talked to him was Turkey Day (day or two after) and he told me his grandma kicked him out and he was staying at a friend's house.
(Note: He looks like Neil Perry from Dead Poets Society, the only difference being Neil went through with it instead of texting "I'm finna kms" everytime he stubbed his toe.)
