He came to my house with a bag of weed and said, 'I’m here to feed the beast.' I asked, 'What beast?' He said, 'My brain.'

At the party, he was high so much he didn’t know his own name. I had to tell him it was 'Steve' and he believed me.

He tried to text me while high and sent me a message that said, 'I love you, but I also hate you, and I might be dead by tomorrow.'