day begins roughly the same. You could say it. Your neighbor could
say it. We all could say it. It’s so easy to say and I hear it
the time in the movies. But my day begins about forty-five minutes
later than when I wake up. This is not because of the normal wake
up, eat, and get dressed routine. And the time is not taken up by
some morning ritual prayer or exercise. No, my body wakes up as
someone else and it takes time to become me, again. This is because I
just happen to be undeniably and incurably insane.
Yeah, that’s right. Crazy. KooKoo. GaGa. Bats in the belfry.
Yeah...that's me. “Oh, you don’t look that bad. You’re
such a good kid” they might say to console me. Just like you
wouldn't have known Roosevelt had polio. He just had a much better
poker face then me.
happen to live in another world. Sometimes I live in another