Welcome back everyone.
Over the next couple of days, I knew that he was staying up late on the computer, talking to Kerry, (obviously with the time difference,) and probably working on SOE. He kept my spare bedroom pretty messy, even with what little possessions he had with him, and still smelled bad, even after having a couple of showers!
On either Saturday or Sunday evening, Brad comes back to my place after being out all day, (both myself and my wife were at work during the day,) and mentions how he was missing a few hundred dollars he had in a joint bank account. It was, according to him, supposed to be his deposit on his new place, but that his ex Cara had withdrawn it. He mentions that in addition to that, she had been placed under care of the city due to her suffering attacks of depression and was thought to be suicidal, (the truth was, i later found out, was that she was with her family so that Brad would not know where she was.) I was really starting to say to myself, "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" I once again stood by him and told him that everything will right itself, and that he could stay another couple of days until he hopefully got the money back, (which I don't think he did, if the money even existed.) After that, he would be back on the computer going on those sites and talking to Kerry, (which included some un-memorable moments like her flashing Brad on the computer..... ugh!)
Anyway, by about Wednesday I believe while I was at work, I had to call Brad on his cell and tell him that myself and my wife couldn't really have him stay with us any longer.... I explained that with out conflicting work schedules it wasn't going to work out much longer, (the truth was, my wife didn't want him around anymore, as the smell and the messes were pissing her off.) He said that was fine, that he's try to contact his mom who lives here in town and stay with her for a bit. When I got home, he was gone.... his stuff was gone and he had locked the door. A short time later, I got a frantic call from a good friend of mine. She first asked me if Brad was around, and when I said he was gone, she just began to go off on the phone. She mentioned the videos he posted on Youtube about channeling and aliens and the end of the world and so forth, (i at the time attributed them to nothing more than a series of webisodes he posted that were sci-fi related, as him and I had an interest in film making back in high school.) She mentioned about blogs he posted mentioning living in the woods, no care for society and personal baggage, content to spread his wisdom and faith to those who would listen. She mentioned about how his family was worried sick about him, that he was unstable and harmful to himself and possibly others. I had to cut her off after a few minutes and tell her that I couldn't believe any of it, that she must have her info mixed up, (I've always known here to take issues and blow them out of proportion if she didn't have all the right facts.) I told her that despite what was going on in his personal life, none of this sounded like the Brad I knew. Upset, I abruptly hung up the phone on her.
With all this stuff in my head, I decided to go and see exactly what she was talking about. I went online and searched for these videos, and what I saw sacred the shit out of me. It was like I was seeing a split personality of Brad, a possessed person that I didn't know, saying things he wouldn't normally say. I then searched for these blogs, and when I read them, I was floored. The one he wrote about living in the woods without any baggage or care, (I'm sure you all know which one I'm referring to,) was written 2.5 hours BEFORE I called him that first day I got his message about him leaving his wife. I couldn't believe it, just couldn't. I felt used, betrayed, led on, and lied to. It seemed as if he was suffering from schizophrenia. he was literally two different people.
(Anyway, that's it for Part Two. I'll write Part Three tomorrow morning. Till then, good night, or day.)