All, I had a good friend in high school, and as has happened to a lot of us I'm sure, we lost touch during the college years. He originally went to school for architecture, but ended up switching his major to "glass as a medium" (glass blowing). This dove-tailed nicely with his new found love for the neo-hippy culture, so I guess I wasn't too surprised by it. I'm 28 now, and about 6-7 years have passed since I last spoke to him. The last conversation I ever had with him was a very odd, cryptic phone call from him late one night in which he told me "the feds" were after him and that he couldn't talk long. And from there he vanished. I'd thought about him from time to time, but never did anything about it until recently. For some reason, he'd been on my mind a lot these days, so I figured I'd get serious about tracking him down. I eventually managed to find his number, so last night I gave him a call. Here's where it gets odd. I realize that I had probably worked things up to be some great reunion in my mind, but I wasn't prepared for what happened. I called the number and a woman answered, turns out it was his mom. She remembered me and we exchanged pleasantries. We got to talking about what I was up to these days, how they were doing, yadda, yadda, yadda. She gave me his cell phone number, and then she added a little more info: she asked me if I was aware of the problems he'd gone through? I replied no, that it had been years since we'd spoke. Well, she informed me that he was diagnosed as schizophrenic (not sure when, didn't press it). Apparently, his school first noticed it and tried to get him to go on medication. He refused, so they told him to leave. From there, I'm not really sure what happened (more later) but at some point he moved back in with his parents and now she says he's on medication, working occasionally by blowing glass. The conversation ended, and I debated the idea of calling him. I felt very conflicted about it, like what would I say, how would he react, would I freak him out, etc. I had no idea what schizophrenia entailed, I just knew it was serious. I decided to go ahead and call him. He answered, and the conversation was rather odd, to say the least. He seemed very lackadaisical about the whole thing, he did remember who I was but didn't seem to excited to be hearing from me (which could be perfectly normal, I might be projecting my thoughts onto that a little). We talked for a little while, but the conversation was rather strained. He said that after school, he had spent some time in Canada and Oregon before moving home. All in all it was just an unsettling conversation, and we left it as he has my number and he'll call me back later this week or next. Oh, did I mention he said nothing during our conversation about the illness? At this point, I don't know how to feel. I finally got in touch with someone I'd missed for years, and it's heart breaking to hear that he's been suffering from a mental illness. Then again, what do I know? Maybe he wasn't suffering at all, maybe he was happy as can be... maybe his ho-hum attitude was caused by the meds? It's all very confusing for someone with no experience in this area. I guess what I'm asking is for a little insight from someone who might have gone through this before, someone who's had to deal with a schizophrenic friend, relative, etc. I know now from reading some that there are several variations of the disease, but I don't know what he's affected with. If I had to guess, I'd say he's a paranoid schizophrenic, just based on his last phone call to me where "the feds" were after him. I really do want to see him again, but the thought of bringing someone who is potentially mentally unstable into my life right now scares me. Thanks, -Brett.