Wow. I'm sorry to have neglected this poor little blog for so long. After a time, I stopped thinking about all of this constantly, though it's always an underlying current in my mind. Today, though, I started to remember that it is the same reason why people can't find enough information when they're abandoned, so here I am, to post another update.
Well, well, in my last post, I referenced how I'd later find out why we couldn't go to his apartment. The short answer would be that one thing Clark was not good at as a sociopath was maintaining focus to follow through with anything. He was, however, very good at getting what he wanted in the short term. So, just like he moved from target to target on whim, so did he move from home to home.
The cycle, I learned( particularly in hindsight) was something like this: lock target who can either furnish room in their home or pay for a home for him, use home until the home has nothing left to offer and begins to fall into ruins, abandon home for new home. (Ha! Sound familiar?)
You might wonder what I mean when I say he let a home fall into ruins. Well, let me clarify. Clark was always far too busy juggling lies and his own whims and targeting people to bother with piteous things like cleaning or laundry. Those things would only get done for one of two reasons: 1.) he could use taking his laundry to a target's home as an excuse to visit for some ulterior motive or 2.) he would clean so as to present himself a certain way to a certain target. This became a particular problem when combined with another problem: he makes his living leeching off of other people. Therefore, if he somehow manages to estrange his current financier, he will in no way be paying bills or rent.
I remember the day we "couldn't go to his apartment" because it was "a mess." I stayed in the car while he went inside, however, and got his clothes together to leave to spend the night elsewhere. It was a few months later that he was at my house when he received a phone call telling him he was being kicked out of his apartment. His things would have to be put into storage by the next day, but unexplicably, he couldn't be persuaded to "get help" with this from me. I know now that it was because he got help from another target who had heard different circumstances surrounding his eviction. That's another important rule of the sociopath's: never, ever let other targets talk to each other without you present, but I digress...
I would later learn his rent was months overdue, and one reason he had not been staying at his apartment--ever--was because his electricity and water had been turned off long ago due to his not paying the bills. Strangely, though, as a sociopath, this actually worked to his advantage. It worked as one of those infamous pity ploys I've talked about. "There was a mix-up at the power company," or "I've been having money trouble for so long but I had too much pride to tell anyone, and now I'm in a mess!" (*cue crocodile tears*).
It happened several times when I knew him and that I know of since. And sadly, that isn't where it ends. Like targets and homes, pets were another thing subject to his whims, but that's again, another story for another time. I guess the moral of this story would be, again, if you've gotten THAT close to someone and yet, something of this nature is being kept from you...there's probably a good reason why.
