"People like us, man" He began. I didn't want to hear the end.
"We ain't worth nothing but pebbles and snail shells, you know?"
I didn't, so I sipped my whiskey.
"Crazy? They call us crazy? I've seen crazy! I watched the shining! You're no Johnny. Or Jack for that matter. I've got more sanity than they got syllables stating otherwise. Aberrant behavior. Rapid cycling mixed affective bipolar disorder. A mouthful of nonsense."
His mockingly mechanical voice made me chuckle.
"Careful pal. Watch that laughter! That ain't happiness. That's mania - ain't a coincidence it's so close to maniac. Don't want that. Comes complete with a couple colorful pills and a pretty new personality. That's your problem boy - too much personality. And that's worse than none at all. Some bastard in a lab coat saw in his microscope the chemical key to all your woes. Lucky you, you know?"
This time I did, so I sipped my whiskey.
"That's more along the line I'm drawing. Further from theirs. Normal and abnormal, we..." He yawned, I sipped.
"I can't be described by those terms. They chafe when I wear them. When they try to pin those on your chest, you be sure to bleed all over their hands."
Another yawn and his head fell into his arms.
I finished the bottle, glad to be alone again.
Created: Jan 07, 2010Document Media