Noah on speed.
My next door neighbor has started to lose his marbles.
Speed is an ugly drug.
Unfortunately, I think he is going through a form of drug induced psychosis and it seems as if it's sticking...which isn't good.
He thinks that God is talking to him. He has been talking to people on the phone constantly for two days telling them this.
Tonight I heard him say that God told him that he is Noah. He told the person on the phone that he has started documenting what day, what time and what God says to him. Oh, and also…he’s not crazy…he says that a lot.
Man…I’ve been looking at other places to live but it’s pretty expensive, even compared to what I pay. I sometimes think that my landloard should take money off my rent for the shit I put up with...then other times I think, well I had to cut my movie channels and Noah fills the void sometimes. Yes it can be that entertaining but also quite disturbing. The whole situation is unexplainable...it really is. It's a freak show next door...that's the closest I can get.
But do I really want to come home one day and see him building an ark out of cardboard boxes in the common yard?
No.
Okay…well, maybe because I’d want a picture of it. I know I’m a little sick but I’ve lived next door to the chosen prophet for sometime and for of all my pain at least I can get a picture of a cardboard ark.
Do I think it will actually happen?
Absolutely.
posted by iamfallingfromgrace at 11:35 PM
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