Crazy and contagious.
Illogical and irrational.
Where I can see it coming. If I can see crazy I can step aside. Let it roar past me like an amphetamine crazed trucker coming home unannounced to find Sancho holding his wife's ankles akimbo.
I'll take that before I ride captive in crazies back seat.
Catching the crazy over spray, from their crazy sneezes, blowing back in my face from their open crazy window.
Long after humans are instinct, anthropologists from some successive and unimaginable species, will find our fossil signature below a thin band of dumb fuck sediment wherever rocks formed in this age are exposed. Scratching their heads and wondering what catastrophe could be responsible for taking a thriving species to extinction in a few short years. The dumb fuck boundary.
Crazy people are dumb.
They are represented as crafty mind fuckers in Hollywood psychodramas, but take it from me, they are just plain old dumb fuckery dumb. I lived with two crazy people and it is unrelenting boredom.
It's a shake down from a five year old.
It's a neighbor watching with binoculars and scribbling illegible notes about your habits to report you for breaking laws that exist in their mind only.
Improbable stories spinning from a five year old that can't keep his lies straight. Writhing in his chair denying himself a piss for fear of missing out on the clever mind fucking drama he subjects you to.
Save it for someone else crazy person. I can get that kind of entertainment feeding popcorn to a mouse and analyzing the acoustical properties of it's farts.
So if you want.
Go sit by the person wrapped in yellow crazy crime tape.
You paid for your ride just like me.
But I'll be blending in at the back of the bus.
Next to Napoleon.