My brother had a friend who was not taught the value of other people’s things. He would steal stuff from us, and when we told our mother, she found out where he lived and confronted his mother. The guy’s mother told my mother that her kids (my brother and I) deserved to be stolen from, we let the thief into the house and were too weak to stop him. IIRC we got our stuff back, but we were told not to have that guy over anymore.

Even odder still, my brother is still friends with this guy. He lives in an RV and dresses like a Count. Cape and all. I shit you not. Dude is weird. He went to shake my hand. He was wearing white bejeweled gloves. Like rhinestones or some shit. Yes, I checked my pockets after. Had my wife check hers, too.