I live right near the overpass of a highway. Under this overpass dwells a man I call Mitchy the Bug. Mitchy’s real name (or so he tells me) is “You’re Dick.” That’s not a typo on my part. He told me, in very specific terms, that Your is spelled You’re. Whatever. I guess your (or you’re) priorities are shifted around a bit when you live under a road in the sky.
Mitch has been living there for some time. I see him every day. I’ve always wondered what Mitch’s deal was. So, today, I wrote up a list of questions for Mitchy the Bug to answer, just so I can get to know my local crazy guy a little better. Here is what he replied with:
How many years have you been crazy?
A fortnight times the strength of the sun, my friend.
What were you like before you went crazy?
Just an average Joe. I liked to saw wood. I liked to watch ladies shower at the gym. I liked swimming with trout. I liked pretending I was a lady so I could shower with the ladies at the gym to see if an alternate version of me would watch me shower. You know, just normal guy stuff.
