Ramblings

I have always been quite vocal about the odd people that I work with.

Some of them are odd, some are bizarre, some scare the crap out of me. The list is endless.

The other night I was offered a window into the mind of a crazy. I was handed a note that someone had started writing and yet had left behind. Perhaps on purpose. I'm not sure but the scrawlings n this little piece of paper scare me more than any nightmare I could ever have.

I have re-written the note for you below. Word for word. All spelling mistakes and grammar errors are theirs, as well as the madness.

In the beging their was life and in that life their was a gun and in that gun their was war and in that war their was Darth.

Holy Crap!


I mean wow.

First off it's there not their. I mean that's the basic one right there.

Also Christians, Hindus, Catholics....Hell everyone. You all got it wrong. First was life. Nothing else. Just life. Not sure what kind of life exactly, maybe spores, maybe indigenous. I don't know I'm not the expert here.

After life we had a gun apparently. But wait a second that gun.....it's inside life. So did everyone have guns sticking out of their chests? Because that would explain the next point about there being a war.

Think about it, everywhere you walk people would instantly ask "Are you pointing that thing at me?" and not in the way they ask Mr Trench that question these days.

But again we are faced with the issue that the war is inside the gun. No bullets, this is a war gun. It fires war at innocent people and gets them fighting good and proper.

Lastly we have Darth in the war. Now I always saw Darth Vader (I presume) as a kind of General that likes to stand at the back of everything and only really gets involved when some pip-squeak tries his luck and ends up getting his hand cut off.

He's not exactly a King Theoden (from the book not the film).


Anywho, there you have it folks, the ramblings of a real life looney. Lucky for me it was written in feces on the toilet wall, or even written in dead flies on the back of a post it. Just a simple little note, possibly a call for help.


Shame really cause now I'm too scared to go near the weirdo to help him out.





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