Vague Insanty 080

It's not that you can really see the depths of my insanity; I try to speak in normal tones, to smile and nod, to not seem as if one day I'll just go mad, make a strawberry pizza and call you my dad.

But it's just a number of days until I'm found in a drug induced haze trying to chase and eat gazelles in the modern urban war-zone, next to a McDonalds and not far from a Borders Bookstore.

I will be mistaken for a rogue Indian chief by a very dumb 10 year old boy and then I will probably go to prison for several years.

And there I will fashion a strange god from a screwdriver and call him my best friend "Shivvy."

And you will come to visit me, and I will wear day-glo orange clothing, but I will be free. As a free as a bird, or a weasel, or the second small coffee when you get one of those awesome "Buy one big coffee, get a smaller crappier coffee for free" deals.

And there will be peace. And I will wait for my parole hearing.

PS: I ate your trash last night when you were peacefully asleep in your bed.

PPS: I feel very ill now.