Friday, August 7, 2009

The Crazy Ones Come Out At Night

The crazy ones come out at night, this is true.

So I was walking down the street last night, minding my own business, whistling one hell of a swell pretty tune and this crazy crackhead fucker comes outta nowhere and scares the living shit outta me, I shit you not.

He was a dirty filthy mess. Just a terrible horrid mess he was. He had a disheveled appearance about him and looked just plain spaced out to me. He had torn and ripped clothing and a fucking filthy face. He was missing many of his teeth, and the ones he still had were rotten yellow. No big surprise there. I felt sick just looking at him.

This was was the conversation that transpired between me and the crazy crackhead fuckface shitstain:

Crazy Crackhead: Hey mister you got any crack?
Me: No sorry I don't fella.
Crazy Crackhead: Ain't that a damn shame.
Me: So I take it yous a crackhead?
Crazy Crackhead: I take it you are correct mister.
Me: Ran outta crack rocks?
Crazy Crackhead: Yesssir I did.
Me: That's a shame, that's a pity. Good luck to ya on your crack hunt!
Crazy Crackhead: It ain't a hunt so much as it is a journey to pure bliss and enlightenment.
Me: You don't say. Well I'll take your word for it.
Crazy Crackhead: They are watching me. All the time they are watching me, I can feel their eyes on me.
Me: Uh who exactly is watching you?
Crazy Crackhead: Them!
Me: Who is them?
Crazy Crackhead: The Hidden Ones. The Ones Who Aren't There.
Me: WHAT?!
Crazy Crackhead: They live in the shadows mister and they follow you when you partake in certain drug activities, such as myself.
Me: What do they want?
Crazy Crackhead: They wanna kill me mister and steal my crack, but I wont fucking give it to them! You gotta help me mister!
Me: Calm down sir, calm down! Where are they now?
Crazy Crackhead: They're fucking everywhere all the goddamn time! There aint no escaping unless I...
Me: Unless you what?
Crazy Crackhead: Unless I give em my crack!
Me: So just give em your crack!
Crazy Crackhead: But don't you see if I give em my crack that will give em plenty of opportunity to steal my soul and that is what they will do, they'll steal my crack and then my fucking soul!
Me: Wow sounds like you got a load of problems fella, sorry I cant help you, but I gotta go now and do normal people things. Take care you crazy crackhead you!
Crazy Crackhead: But I'm gonna die mister, I need some crack to live!
Me: Actually crack will kill ya fella, don't do it is all I can say.
Crazy Crackhead: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! (He starts screaming and running around in circles like a psychotic maniac that he is)
Me: Wow okay I'm getting the hell outta here now!

Needless to say, I ran the hell outta there like a bat outta hell and never looked back. So yes the crazies and the fiends and such do come out at night and when they do they tell me their crazy stories of evil hidden beings coming after them. Its rather amusing at times, and downright scary as well.

Well that is all for now I suppose.

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