Living in Los Angeles, and working in the film industry, one is never far from a mentally or emotionally disturbed person. This edition will focus on a 26 year old boy from Virginia with big dreams of being a star. Since he has always reminded me of a goofy looking Marc Paul Glossier, I will refer to him as Zack.
I met this nice kids about 3 years ago on set, when he approached me saying, he lived around the corner from me, and wanted to know, if there where any available apartments in my building. I told him no, but took his number, and said, I'd call him when one opened up. Months later I did, and he moved in next door. Zack seemed totally normal. A hopeful actor with a friendly smile. He loved movies and trained boxing. It wasn't long before I noticed, the slightest criticism, or comment he disagrees with, evokes an odd look in his eye. A tough guy stare. I wanted to slap it right off his face, but maturity got the best of me, and I began avoiding this little punk.
Unfortunately, Zac lives next door and would drop by to borrow my DVDs and try to impress me with his frequent road rage stories. We also discussed mental disorder, as I was studying it, at the time, to understand the ex. He revealed that his mom, had similar issues. Moving on, Zac asked me to drive him to the airport. During the trip, I commented on a radio news story, and Zac blew a gasket. He began screaming in a rage that, I was fucking him up mentally before his flight. I wanted to push him out on the side of the road, but maturity got the best of me. It rattled my nerves for days. He returned and acted like nothing had happened. At this point, I more then suspected he was some kind of narcissistic toxic person. I walked on egg shells to avoid, what I deemed, an inevitable confrontation.
One day, Zac woke me up at 9 am with a problem. Once again, his mother had shut his phone off the family plan. He needed to borrow my phone, again. When he woke me up at 10 to return it, he was freaking out, saying his mother was evil. I said, she was just sick, and he exploded in an atomic temper tantrum. He began screaming " I will destroy you! I am going to be more successful then you! I am so much smarter then you! It was quite a fit, to which I responded, "ooooooooooooh". While wiggling my fingers. "Go ahead". Of course he did nothing but demand a DVD he lent me months earlier. While I was looking for it, he was screaming, demanding it, then he attacked my front door and flat screen TV. I called the police, who made him apologise and talked me out of pressing charges.
The grand finally came a month later. I checked outside, his car was gone, the coast was clear. Oh shit! He is sitting outside at 8 am, drunk. I duck back in but, too late. He begins telling me, if I ever need him to watch my dogs, he'll be there for me. LMAO! I decide to fake an errand and leave for hours. I come back and he's gone. Soon after a friend of his shows up with a baseball bat looking for him. Zac robbed his marijuana. I talk the guy out of getting himself in trouble and he leaves. Moments later Zac shows up, shirtless and desperate. He's freaking out about a little girl trapped in a car. I don't believe him but, I tell him to call the cops. His phone is broken suddenly, so I give him mine. He calls 911 and rambles the incoherent story, hangs up, hopeless. He goes inside and the cops call back. I give them the info, and they say, they were just there last night...
So What happened while I was sleeping that night??? Zac got a DUI and his car impounded. He came home and tried to force himself into a new female tenants apartment. She called the cops, who then, talked her into letting it slide, as a drunk mistake. In the morning, Zac left her a perverted apology written on four paper towels, then robbed his friends weed, and then with my help, called the cops on himself. They took him away in cuffs as, the female tenant, weed guy and Zac's girlfriend all show up. We all read the child like, pervert note together. It was loaded with transparent nuttery but most disturbing was his excuse for the attempted break in. He blamed it on his girlfriend leaving early, and that he couldn't cum with her. He followed it up by mentioning she had a cute kitty, and if she wanted to date he would love it. I saved it, and gave it to the cops later that night. He was held for evaluation, for three days. He has been out a week now, hiding in his apartment. No sign of his car yet. Just a BMX bike parked by his door. I have to admit, it was very satisfying. I know, it's wrong to take pleasure in such things but, Ahhhhh haaaa.
Moral of the story: No revenge is necessary. They will destroy themselves. Guaranteed.
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