Crazy Dude Named Forest

So here’s a fun story for you all. Travel back to a socially awkward 16-year-old me who just got off a flight from California to New Jersey and is trying to catch a flight to Rhode Island. So I’m sitting at the terminal reading my book and this guy throws his bag into the chair next to me so I look up and as I look up I’m greeted with the sentence “WHAT?!! You want to fight?”. To which I just go “Oh no, no, no” so this bro then goes on to tell me “Oh well you just had this look of wanting to fight”. Fallowing this the guy proceeds to sit down and tell me his whole life’s story to which he opens with “Ya, so when I was twelve the doctors diagnosed me with schizophrenia. Which I clearly don’t have”. So this bro defiantly has schizophrenia, because you don’t just miss diagnose that stuff, and isn’t on medication for it.

Following this the guy, Forest is his name, tells me about the first time he’s been shot, shows me the scar too, his dealings with the mafia, the time he was almost beat to death, his home made swords and bombs, his family and him taking hallucinogen together as well as killing a pig together, and then finally gave me tips on how to win when betting on a cock fight. During I have no idea what the hell I should say or do so I’m just sitting there like a freaking potato. Finally, after an hour of this the plain arrives and he’s the first to board and I’m the last. While I board the plain I’m dreading so much that this guy ends up as my seat mate and then I see him. THIS CRAZY DUDE IS IN FREAKING FIRST CLASS. This ended my interaction with the schizophrenic named Forest.