Ok, so my lengthy Wednesday afternoon post has turned into a lengthy Thursday morning post. the above use of 'quotation marks' is to denote sarcasm, and I apologize for it's overuse, but I kinda like it. I kinda liked him, and never really had any problems with him.Īnyhow, not sure why you'd want to know that, or that you care at all. Apparantly, if he stays on his meds, he's fine. Can you imagine why? I found out then that he was, in fact a paranoid schizophrenic, and also suffered from PTSD. Was prepared to deal with people talking about any stool sample, let alone an emergency one.I can only hope that whomever he was shouting at: You see, he was convinced that 'They' had come into his room and "put something up his ass." It's like 2, 3 in the morning, and I hear him scream at the top of his lungs "I need to come in for an EMERGENCY stool sample." I'm not sure what he was saying before I woke up, but I remember what I heard after. I was woken out of a dead sleep one night, by Andy yelling. There are many things I could relate, many stories I could delve up, but none of them could sum it up like the following incident, and I swear it's true. When first I met him, he seemed mostly normal. But a nice guy a 'good fella', if you will. Andy, however, was a genuine piece of work. The house I was living in can best be described as a 'rooming house.' The people that owned it lived there, but in a separate 'wing' of the house.* There were 5, maybe 6 rooms that they rented out, and I had one of them.Ī couple of the guys, Pat, and Mike were pretty cool. I was living in the roaring metropolis of Arroyo Grande, about 15 miles south of SLO. For those of you not in the know, that's California. That's not just me using my High School Psych class to diagnose either. On tap for today, more wood cutting, and a perusal of the want ads. To reach the other half, to reach the other half Like a torn-up photograph, a torn-up photograph It's a Rush song, and it's on the album 'Test for Echo.' I realized that some of my blogs are as long, if not longer than the space that lyrics would take up.
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