rant of a mad man

I cant define insane, and that applies to crazy as well.
In his car, I sat in the passenger seat.
He was driving like a race car.
Weaving in and out of traffic,
slamming on his gas pedal.
Smiling like a child.
I never once thought of him as crazy, not even close to insane.
But some people out there did.

I sat there and observed these streets that I had never seen before.
They zipped by so fast, it was mostly a blur.
This part of the city, was a part I had never discovered.
nor with its return, I don't think Id actually recognize it.
But maybe one day, as Im passing through,
Ill hit hit that point.
Where that feeling rushes from toes to finger tips.
The feeling makes your heart pound,
"Have I been here before?"
The one that's make you think,
"No, thés si deja vu.."
But your mind is actually just fucking with you.

So he's talking, on and on.
I'm hardly listening.
At this point, I was mostly thinking about the clouds.
Wondering about the rain.
I longed for the sky to cry again.
Then in the middle of his rant,
I jumped in,
the exact words that pulled my eyes to his words was,
"I went to this place to get my meds, and I think there fucking with me."
I questioned,
"What do you mean?"
So he smirked, and began.
"So it's this new place and I need more meeds. So it opens at 8. I get there 8:15. I park, I walk around. The whole building dark."
Mind you, this person is, and always has been on meds.
Im not sure what, I'm too clear on why.
But his whole life.
"So I start walking around the building, I start knocking on every door. Then every window, then two more round. I stop, it is now 8:23, I call them, a lady upstairs answers, and informs me that I must come before 8am, take a number and wait. That's when I got confused."
Driving he looked me dead in the eyes, while cutting off two cars. very seriously, he say's,
"They open at 8, why would I come in before they are open?"
I stared at my hands, as we fly by some more cars, "Huh, I really don't know."
"EXACTLY! and that what I said, and she said, no if I want to get my meeds I have to come in before 8am and take a number, then wait outside, I told her it still made zero sense to me to why I would come before they open and just wait in a line, if I couldn't just come right in at 8. She sounded very upset and ended it with a 'Well sir if you want your meds you must come in, before 8. If that makes zero sense to you, then you definitely need your meds.' I sigh, then she adds, 'oh! and it must be on a tue or thur,, thank you, goodbye' and she hung up. I think they are testing me, watching me, and it they are trying to confuse me, they are succeeding."


huh.