I’ve been wearing my Red-Pill Goggles™️ for about a decade now, having discovered that I am not alone on how women really operate and how much damage they can do when they are not held accountable for their actions.
Even while choking down red-pill after red-pill, remembering the times other men in my life have proffered up their own warnings, and submerging myself in MGTOW treasure troves such as this place, I have still dropped the ball and needlessly put myself in harms way. I’m definitely not perfect. No one is. But, this one isn’t about me, it’s about the longest friendship I’ve ever had.
We met in 1983, while walking home from school. He was a in second grade, I was in first. It was my first year at this school and I was new to the neighborhood. I can remember watching fights almost everyday walking home, and sometimes during recess. It was intimidating because I didn’t know anyone and had never been in a fight.
I noticed who was always started the fights and kept my eye on him and distanced myself from him, Mike. I also noticed who walked the same direction to go home and would just walk with him whether he noticed or not, so that there were two of us. It worked and we got to know each other more every day. We had similar interests in cartoons and toys, and we lived only a block away from each other so we began hanging out after school. Our parents then became friends and we’d hang out on holidays too. We got along great. The next year, I moved to a different side of town, new school, new neighborhood but, our parents would still get together and me and my bro could hang out.
There was so much freedom in this small town back then. We could ride bikes all over until the sun went down or dinner was ready and just be dumb little kids that only did stupid shit to kill time. One thing me and my bro did before I moved was, we would go by the train tracks when a train was coming just to feel how big and loud it was for a rush of excitement. And, after watching too much A-Team or whatever, one time we piled up some rocks and sticks to see if we could make the train crash, because you know, putting pennies on the tracks costed money and at 5 years old in 1983, pennies were as hard to find as gold…The train came by just as slow as it always did, we ran for our lives, the wheels pushed the rocks and sticks right off the tracks like butter off a hot knife, so stupid hahaha…But, we just did something risky together, it was a next-level bonding experience…
Fast-Forward now, in high school, we didn’t sit with any clique, we sat at our own table and nobody messed with us. He was in the class ahead of me and was a top wrestler, I was an aspiring pothead that was getting deeper into heavy metal and mountain biking but, we had the exact same taste in women. We go for the slutty ones to get laid and then we’d sweet talk the innocent ones into giving up that virgin pussy. We treated them all like pieces of meat and sometimes he would scoop up MY leftovers hahaha. He was about the only friend I had left after I got arrested for some bs, even though he really never liked doing the crimes I did. He came to see me the night I got out of jail with my gf and we were going to see a movie.
We went to concerts, go paintballing, banged broads in front of each other just to piss each other off, and we would make the cops chase us just to make them chase us…Man I miss the 90’s! Well, most of it anyways.
Once he landed his dream woman, he disappeared. I respected that, I spent a lot of time with my woman too. His went straight up psycho, it almost got violent, mine fizzled out and I up and moved to Georgia for a change of everything. He rebounded to another one and wife’s her up, I figured he was gonna be fine without me around and didn’t give a flying fuck about what anyone else had to say about what I wanted to do.
2009, I was laid off, had steady sweet gf that bored me and was beginning to annoy me, so I packed up everything, cashed out my stocks and 401k and headed back to the north with my two Georgia-born dogs and about $50k cash. I looked up a few people on FakeBook and saw he was happily re-married, had a kid and one on the way, so I didn’t call him up, because I didn’t want to disrupt his seemingly perfect life, because I wasn’t exactly asset material to a normie, never was, and he went full normie with his American Dream-like looking life. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I had ANY part in screwing that up for him because I knew first hand how near impossible it was to achieve.
After a couple of years, and after dodging a few more bullets, and was about to snap the fuck out and move away again, he called me out of the blue. My mom had called his mom and she gave my phone number to him. Of course, he called, we are bros. I told him I didn’t think it was good idea for me to meet his family because I always do everything wrong, and he appears to be doing everything right. He called bullshit, and told me his wife wanted to meet me…
This woman, at face value, was the absolute perfect woman. She took pride in being a traditional housewife and she was absolutely beautiful. They had a perfect cozy little house, in a cozy little town, stable jobs, involved in their kid’s sports and school, and went to church on Sundays. I was absolutely impressed and wanted the same thing all my life. I was jealous but, I had also just discovered The Red-Pill™️ so my radar was on, looking for anything because I knew this was not possible.
I hate being right sometimes.
They invited me over regularly for dinner, I thought it was because they felt sorry for me. But, it turned out that it was because things were getting stale and I spiced things up with my stories and experiences from living in the south. I would ride my Harley over and the youngest who called me Jesus because he couldn’t say my name right would come out dressed like a biker. He was like 3, the cute little shit wearing cowboy boots fingerless gloves sunglasses and a bandana…His mom prolly did him up for laughs…It was always a good time until the day my bro called me in the middle of the night.
He was crying, said she left him, took the kids, the house was in foreclosure, he had to declare bankruptcy, pay child support…Out of nowhere, after 10 years and two kids, she stopped paying the bills, hid the mail, he never saw it coming. She tried saying he had an anger issue, and he owned a lot of guns, and he would yell at the drug dealers across the street, and she felt very unsafe…He came home one day after work, his family was gone,and the Sherrif pulled up to serve him eviction papers, and standby while she and her dad could get their things from the house. The youngest kid was crying and saying “I don’t want my dad to go to prison”, his father in law called him a piece of shit, and now he was talking about eating his 9mm because his entire world just imploded.
I talked him down while I was at work. He moved in with his parents, and got the kids every weekend. His coworkers were fucking with him because, he was always a dick and now he’s down and out, he was in a really shitty place but his boys had more fun with him and eventually his wife came back and they went back to that little town and rented a house in the same neighborhood, trying for a do-over…
They had all the friends over every weekend, lots of drinking, and food, trying to make things back to normal again. We all believed shit was back to normal, and then they up and moved to Arizona for a fresh new beginning. Her parents were there already and he has nobody there at all. She landed a high paying job in the city, and he managed to scrape up some blue collar work…They got a really nice spread, nice new cars, the kids have the best of everything. American Dream 2.0
They’d FaceTime me a couple times a month, begging me to move out there…yeah yeah, humble bragggers…So I’d fly out a few times, hang with the family like old times, catch up with my bro walking a mountain trail. One time we were leaving a car show in Scottsdale, and his wife was like “hey, let’s rent a van and drive to San Diego and get a hotel.” I threw my credit card at her n she had the hotel, the rental car, and the itinerary lined up before we even got to the rental car lot. I paid the hotel they got the van and the gas, and we took turns driving. It was A FUCKING BLAST!
A couple years later, in spring 2021, I solo’d my new touring bike out to just jump in their pool, then back through the deserts and plains high as a kite, three days back…Epic trip.
Three days ago, my bro called me. She put him out again. He’s talking about going out in a blaze of glory…I talk him down again…Same deal…She maxed out all the credit cards, took loans, got behind on everything, blamed his anger problems…He’s never put hands on her, ever…
He is blue-pilled and is not capable of seeing through red-pill glasses, at all…
I think that by living for so long in denial, the brain is unable to process that it was wrong.
I am Red-Pilled™️ for life but, I know the temptation to go blue-pilled again…I just can’t…
Hello Black-Pill™️