A summary of recent events

Icy winds of the north. So let this story begin at the ending. He's snapping, I guess he's taken too many mushrooms. He thinks he's Jesus, he's welcoming me to the feast. He's in the bathtub "Looking for the face of God." He's trying to drown himself in the bathtub. I'm fighting him and trying to get him to stop. He punches my face, I punch his face. The police are here, they've got their tazers out and there here to do business. The fire department is here, they're strapping him to a strecher. He's safely tucked away now, his anatomy ( did I mention he was naked?) hidden beneath a blanket, the only appendage not tied down is his head, he's swinging it in every direction looking for. . . .God, I have no idea what he want's anymore.
Next day I relate the story to a group of friends. An older man whose name I don't remember asks me why I tried to stop him. I tell him I don't know. He tells me that I have no right to decide that he should continue living if he doesn't want to. I tell him he's right.
Outside I see the man again and thank him for being forthcoming with me. He tells me that his wife committed suicide. She had even told him of her plan, and all he said to her was "Well, I love you but I can't stop you." Sometimes people know what they want and I guess you're not suppose to take that away from them. I would have asked her to stay. I wouldn't want my wife to kill herself. I guess my need transcends my love.
He went away after that, back to Honolulu. Tacoma becomes a cold and lonely city. I get visits from friends, one grew his beard out and I was relieved to see his smile. Now he's coming back, I hear rumors that he wants to do something different this time. Maybe he's over the idea of a commune, it certainly won't be any time soon. I get calls from his girlfriend telling me he's better. I have no idea what she means by that, I have no idea what she's doing over there in Hawaii with him. She called me last night, made me promise to go on an adventure with her when she 'get's back to Tacoma'. She doesn't know when she'll get here. I'm confused and irritated by the conversation, she keeps asking if it's alright if he comes too. I don't know, the last time I saw him we were trying to kill eachother. That feeling hasn't exactly left me, but I don't want him to think that I hate him. I've actively avoided thinking about it. Maybe I do.