People come into our lives, and we don't realize how crazy they are! One fine day a lunatic showed up at my door and I gave him a job helping me roll over at night. It wasn't too long before my little Yorkshire Terrier would be up for hours while this man would talk.
Over the years I grew to understand this man who used the "n word," not because of the meaning of the word, but because of the shock value it contained. The man contained vulgarity and shock and a whole lot of cussing, but underneath the shell of the man was the ego that knew everything and the man people would see as an outcast who sat in bars for hours and drank whiskey straight. Who bet at the dog track, not to win money, but just to tell everyone how right he was. He had trouble dealing with the years of abuse as a child, and the inability to be touched. I think I have known this friend for quite some time, and I consider him a brother. He lost a brother to AIDS, who he still talks to. I think that people deserve to be looked at under their shell, where you can find out who people really are as people. We don't do this enough as a society. We must do more to ensure that everyone gets a fair, equal life full of passion and love. We must also not let the man drive us crazy, and yes, I have been driven to that point, but like he rolls me over, and I hang in there, and not because I want to, but because I feel compelled. I know there are others who bother the man who gets in the way of his thoughts and feelings. Yes, folks, he hates cell phones and computers, he cusses at the bureaucrats, and he tells it like it is, even when you don't want to hear it. Well, I have to come up with 10,000 dollars, and the driver to drive me to LA in the coming weeks. The man won't go with me; he is too torn up inside, but he will fill my ears when I get back of all the apartment cleaning he did while I was gone (his own apartment). If you have the opportunity, I ask that you think about my grandma for a minute: she has brain cancer, and this is her final journey. She is at home and comfortable.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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I love this "Lunatics" story. It's great!!! The way you described the man was just so prefect that I just could help laughing.
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