Tragedy Pt. 3

A friend of mine, call him Big Red, is a ritual drunk, paranoid schizophrenic. I get calls from him periodically in which he expresses gratitude and we talk about his recovery, about how he's doing. His recovery periods only last a day, or two. He expresses great interest in Baptism, in turning his life around, in going to college.

At the end of the day he doesn't use his medications properly. He gets paranoid and barricades his door with all of the furniture in his living room and dining room. When the panic leaves him enough he ignores the cartoons he sees long enough to get to Fry's, buy booze and get blind drunk. He vomits in his bed and lies in it. He urinates in his bed and he lies in it. He disappears for weeks. He falls into walls face first as he passes out and wakes up bleeding. (His wore fresh wounds when I first met him.) He makes no phone calls, he takes none.