Sheltering in Place

[Drunk Monk]

A dude in my peripheral circle has fallen off the rails pretty badly according to reports. We're friends, but not that close actually. I know him through the music scene and mutual friends. He runs a pot farm up in the Emerald Triangle. For some odd reason, the myth of me has built up in his mind and he puts me on this weird pedastal. He invited me to come up and stay at his farm for a while to teach qigong to him and his crew when the pandemic hit. Not my scene anymore, hasn't been for years. That kind of immersion now is beyond my brain capacity anymore. 

Now he's having financial disputes with his business partners and someone's put a restraining order on him. He fled the property and totalled a truck he just got during the flight. He's been staying a a motel in the north bay for several weeks with some hookers. He's had problems with coke, but this sounds like its nitrous and ketamine. It's a binge and these seldom end well. 

A good friend of mine is putting together an intervention crew. It's only four of us - the two others are another friend and his gf. He's got a 30-day facility lined up. I'll support where I can but that's not much right now. It's been over a quarter century since I've been involved with an intervention.