Wednesday, February 04, 2009

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.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

“You’re WEAK India…You’re Weak…

I hung up on her.

I don’t know why I am the family punching bag…or the worlds, for that matter.

For some reason people think that they can label me and call me names.

Jesus fucking Christ…hang up the phone and call me all the fucking names you want.

Just don’t say it TO me.

It’s not right.

She called me this morning and left me a message asking me to call her back.

I did. I left her a message saying that if she called me to apologize then forget it because I won’t accept it. I said the only thing I want is for everyone in the family to stop calling me names.

What gives a person that right?

I guess I do.