Collateral Damage

So I had just written up this post about how boring my life is, basically going through the mundane details and I was looking for a nice, random title and I came across some texts from today with my friend Tracey. They go something like this:

From: Me
Omggg [Gael's] crazy bro just informed [Gael] that the other night in the wee hrs he broke into the basement bedroom, slept, and took 1 of [Gael's] shits. He then informed him that he needs another one. Creepy!
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From: Tracey
Lmao, that’s fucked up.
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From: Me
I know! It’s fucking creepy! We were sleeping & he came in! What if he was WATCHING us?!?
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From: Tracey
Probs standing really close to your face while you slept

After that last one, I just cried.

So yeah. There’s a long story behind Gael’s “crazy bro”. The short and short is, he’s severely bipolar & isn’t on medication. He was when I met him, but he’s never had much decipline in his life so it didn’t matter a whole lot. He just ran wild and did what he pleased. Well, a few months ago he stole my cousin RooneyRoo’s credit card and bought some cigarettes with it. He ended up in jail because, I guess that’s a serious violation of his parole. *rolls eyes* He was in jail for a bit and is now out, homeless, and apparently breaking into the house. He did inform me about 2 weeks ago that he sometimes wanders by and passes out in the backyard. Spooky.
He’s always scared me (punching holes in walls, throwing knives, having fits, etc) but now I’m even more freaked out. Once we got home, I had Gael lock all the windows. Hopefully he won’t come by anymore!