Lol, it was never boring, that's for sure. The hardest part was watching him racked with guilt, falling over himself to apologize for things he didn't rememeber doing. He was forever cleaning up messes made by other occupants of the fxched-off time-share that was his mind. Honestly thought he was just moody until after about a year I realized each personality was only aware of the time during which it was active. In other words, his memories were always full of gaps he couldn't directly account for. And it was always the 2 or 3 "base" personas (the ones I associated with the person I considered my friend) who were left with the remorse (and consequences) of the misdeeds perpetrated by his...malignant persona. Tough hand he was dealt. I was one of only a handful of people to ever show him kindness and one of an even smaller number not to fuxk him over. His parents were among the worst offenders. Extremely intelligent, white, male, overbearing mom, severe psychological abuse as a child...based on his predisposition, in the majority of parallel universes he followed his rightful calling as a serial killer.