It was a friend of my brothers that we saw decline from a fun, bright and athletic person that we loved having around to a pathetic, repulsive waste of humanity. They were friends from seventh grade (when we moved to Brantford) until eleventh when he broke in to our house.
As for defending my shit, I've worked very hard to get what I have and have not made much money until this point so my stuff has never been that easy to replace. There's no way in hell I'm letting some fuck take it to buy crack. It might just be stuff but it's my stuff and I like it.
Gr8tful, you sound like a giant redneck that thinks like me and has lots of legal hunting guns and a house in the country....that's getting me all hot and bothered.