reply to post by The Bald Champion
I too have known three.
They as well were sociopaths, and one was also a pediphile.
I would like to share some truths about this one in particular.
He grew up in a sparcely inhabited island and had a brother who too was a pediphile and sociopath. He however, was not psycho and was manipulated
more on the lines of a soldier in their little clik's fantasy world.
(I almost used Island over world, but....stay focused)...
When I had met them, much later, the knowledge learned of their youth was slow in coming. Soon enough however, as I was deciphering some of the
peculiarities in personality, I found out, during one of the many long-winded stories told, that his (and the brother's, I am not focusing on),
father had comitted suicide by shotgun in front of them.
Moreover, the man he knew as father, but whom took his own life in front of the then four year old that I now knew (now knew is present - past tense,
and is used to describe the present tense of knowing him now in the past), to be in his 20's, had witnessed more than his father's self-inflicted
and fatal gunshot wound, but had in fact witnessed an attempted murder-suicide due to the first two shots being fired upon his Mother, then reloaded,
then a third shot.
His mother miraculously survived the near fatal attack, and had medical problems thereafter, but was a strong and decent woman when I had known
This was quite shocking news back then, and the demeaner now made much more sense.
A few years we had been friends and since the disclosure of his traumatic ordeal as a young four year old, I believe that his self administered
therapy was to control his little brother, become a self-appointed commander and attempts at relationships, both romantic and casual, depending on the
Now, I later found that he had a narrow blinder-like tunnel vision when it came to his vision of sexual relationships, and to grasp any behavior
beyond "missionary", seemed to cause a short circuit in brain function and whether it was fear or other, I would say he was a one woman man, and his
woman would say he was a dead explative.
To prove manhood, he did father 5 children in 5 years, but those years were rather sad because he got hooked on coc aine thanks to a lost soul
who's tragic industrial maming had left him broken and spiraling downward.
As this addiction began ruling his life, he became disassociated with reality and soon was divorced, mentally self-tortured, despairing, accused of
molesting his own daughter, and an even more colorful story teller.
After his divorce, and prior to hearing the later proven accusation of abuse, he would drown his sorrows in alcohol, dope and empathy seeking
ritualistic suicidal procrastination, using his father's demise as a demon linking genetics to his passion of talking about repeating his fathers
I had a way of reasoning with his utterings of self-pity and plans of departure, and got him temporarily to quite drugs and focus on goals he had had
prior to his drug problem.
He met another woman, went back to work and kept up on all aspects of his former life's responsibilities and his current life. He would never get
over his divorce, once, I had to stop him and disarm him as he went to take out his ex-wife and her new beau,
and not long after, after many threats of killing himself, I arrived one evening to find him in his truck, a shop-vac suction tube duct taped to the
tail pipe and to the drivers wing window, engine idling.
The doors were locked, he, on his side across the bench seat in a fetal position, unresponsive.
I ripped the tube out of the wing window, reached in and unlocked the door and had the door open with my other hand whilst dragging him out and to the
ground with what seemed at the time a thirsd hand, due to the speed and aggressive nature of the moment.
Thank God he was still breathing, shallow as it was.
I slapped his face a few times and within 30 seconds, (seemed like an hour), he responded, breathing becoming more normal, eyes moving behind their
lids, and signs of conciousness.
His eyes were quite dialated but as focus returned to them, they were quite glassy and large.
(Later, I found out his eyes were dialated from relapsing on coke prior to this attempt - (I believed it was meant to grab attention rather than kill
him since he knew I may be coming by that evening and that he didn't use a convincing method as he promised at times that his would mirror his
When I saw he was coming back to his normal disfunction, I had a rare emotional outburst and with one finger in his chest, and my face within biting
distance of his, I swore that if he ever did that again and failed, I would kill him, and that I had the mind to take him out right then and there.
After I calmed down, he spent the next few hours grovelling as if I had now become his savior and I was worshipped over and praised for the next
That is when the horrific news of his assault on his oldest daughter came to light, and I broke ties at that time, and struggled for the first time
with myself over why I should not put him out of his real misery. But, I took the hard way out, and that choice may have kept me from a 25 year
In the years until that moment, I found it curious that, though I now knew he was a true POS, He had a way of making people believe him, including
many policemen that had crossed paths.
He wore a revolver exposed all the time (legal, but not widely accepted), and four times (three domestic calls, and one driving infraction) he had not
only managed the cops in believing his stories, not only had them praising and glorifying him as he brandishing his pistol, but he also could sell
sand to an Arab, and I don't mean a bag of sand, I mean a desert storm of sand.
His tongue was the slickest thing I had ever seen and with his volitile mood swings, snake charming stories, plots as thick as molasses, and never
getting arrested when a complaint was called for violence, he even talked his way out of a DUI, while driving on a gravel shoulder on a two lane road,
passing cars on the one lane heading.
He was also a woman beater (not his ex though), and a chronic habitual liar, a psycho, and had learned sociopathic behavior I prefer to call "A God
Complex", a pedaphile, salesman & con.