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I
first met Michael "Groxx" Martin Banks
IV in 1969.
We
were both in Vietnam.
The
man saved my life from Charlie.
God
damn Charlie.
I
remember when Michael set fire to his own platoon
in 1970 and was set home dishonorably discharged.
He spent many, many years in a mental institute
trying to get over the horrors of war.
I
remember one time I went to visit him. This
would have been 1974. I was 22 at the time.
I went into his room, just to see that he had
become a sickly skinny man with a giant beard,
screaming about how Charlie had poisoned his
food. the only way he kept alive was by eating
lint on the ground.
It
was at least another 16 years before I saw Groxx
again. This was 1990. Groxx had finally been
released because the hospital went broke. Groxx
would scream at ever single Asian person he
saw, and one day he came into my radio station.
I
had received this radio station from my father,
who had retired. Groxx, wanted time on the station
to rant about gay people, commies and Asians.
Because I didn't want to cause a ruckus, told
Groxx he couldn't have any time on my station.
Groxx looked dejected and wished himself dead.
I decided to help my friend and the man who
had once saved my life.
This
was when things got really out of hand.
I
invited Groxx to live with me. He said to call
him Groxx instead of Michael, I do not know
where this nick name came from, nor do I care.
All I know is that those four months with Groxx
were a living hell.
It
all came to an end. August 31st, 1990: my 38th
birthday
Why
you ask?
Groxx
tried to kill me.
Yes,
the man who once saved me from drowning tried
to kill me.
It
was because he thought I was a homosexual Satanist
who was the anti-Christ. I was neither of those
things, first I am pretty much forced to asexuality
because what woman would want me? Secondly I,
myself, am Jewish and don't believe in the devil.
That's
when I forced Groxx out. Gave him a NES I had
required and told him to leave.
It
was a soul destroying sight. A man. A broken
man. In Mickey Mouse PJs, crying. He would not
leave, until I came out and forced him into
a boarding house.
I
do not know what happened to the man after that.
  
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