Quite possibly the ultimate example of a missing former friend is the infamous Todd. The reasons for my lack of contact with him are not entirely unintentional, but he’s an appopriate subject for this topic.

The interesting part about this is that Todd was more or less an honorary Amigo Loco for several years. He was a roommate to both myself and Jaimenacho, and I spent a lot of time hanging out with him when I lived in Sacramento.

Todd had a pretty bad upringing – which was kind of weird to learn, given the fact that he was generally very polite, good-natured, and hilarious in many ways. He was a lot of fun to hang out with, and was a perfect example of someone who didn’t really care much about anything (yet still managed to be a nice guy). His number one hobby was sleeping, which took priority over just about everything else. He was like a character in a movie, always providing unintentional comic relief. A typical school day usually involved me trying to convince him to get up, which I never once succeeded at.

“Hey, aren’t you going to go to class today?”

“Nah… I’m sleepin’.”

“I thought you said you had a midterm or something.”

“So what?”

“Man, you’re going to fail that class.”

“Shut up, b***h.”

We had many fun times hanging out, playing pool, going on egg runs, and such. I would even go so far as to say that he was a pretty good friend. After I moved away to attend Sonoma State with Paco, he went to live with Jaimenacho in a house he was sharing near Sac State. They had many adventures of their own, some of which can be read about in other entries here. Jaime got to know Todd as well as I did, and he pretty much became an official member of the ‘gang’.

However, Todd had a dark and very creepy side to him that few people knew about. I won’t get into the details here, but let’s just say that it was substance-related. We really didn’t know about it, or the extent to which it had progressed, until it was too late. This ‘problem’ that he’d successfully kept hidden for so long eventually caused him to do things that severely damaged his ties to the Amigos Locos (me in particular). It’s a long story that doesn’t really need to be told, but the end result is that he moved back to southern California after Jaime moved again, leaving him without a roommate or a place to live. We decided that it would be better if we didn’t try to keep in touch with him, and that’s worked out pretty well.

He apparently returned to Sacramento a couple of times, in an attempt to reclaim his “stuff” from the house where he and Jaime had lived, which had some pretty funny results… but I’ll let Jaime tell that story.
None of us have any idea where he is nowadays, given that we’ve had zero contact with him for almost a decade. We’ve feared that maybe he’s dead by now, or possibly in jail or something. I sincerely hope that the opposite is true; that he’s managed to turn himself around and live a respectable life. Perhaps we’ll never know what happened to Todd, and I’m not even sure that I want to.

…But wherever he is, it’s a pretty safe bet that he is asleep right now.