In my misspent youth, I had a habit of attracting dangerous misfits. I would be nice to people and they would latch on like ticks in the woods. Me and one of the misfits were out in the woods smoking pot. He all of sudden started acting violent and ranting. He picked up a log and started swinging the damn thing in every direction at everyone for no reason. Let's say that chilled our friendship. In hindsight, I think he was on psych meds. Probably didn't mix well with Columbian Red bud. As I recall his whole family was off. Sounds like you could write a script for the Lifetime Channel. :)