Can a madman go mad? Many of my playmates have called me a madman and I've never minded. I accept what I am and I follow a code that makes as much sense to me as anything 'sane' and 'rational'. Yet now I find myself in a situation so strange, wouldn't it be madness to accept it? It seems terribly convenient that I arrived to find waiting for me both the one person who loves me and my very favorite playmate. Still, I'd like to think that if I got lost within my own fantasies, it would be in which Deb knew all and still accepted me as her brother and everyone applauded me for the public service I provide.
But, the mask must stay on for now. The hardest part of all this is figuring out how a normal person would respond. I've studied so diligently, but dealing with novel situations like this is always tricky. I know I need to be 'freaking out' like Deb thinks I am, but how pointless and boring. All I want to do is get on with my work. This City is as good a hunting ground as any. Who am I to wonder at its strange inhabitants when I am neither man nor monster and besides, I don't discriminate. I"m sure I'll find a new playmate soon.
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Hey Deb, let's have dinner and you can try (again) to convince me I'm not going crazy. You buy the booze and tell Rudy to pick up some steaks. I might as well start trying to feel at home here.
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Can a madman go mad? Many of my playmates have called me a madman and I've never minded. I accept what I am and I follow a code that makes as much sense to me as anything 'sane' and 'rational'. Yet now I find myself in a situation so strange, wouldn't it be madness to accept it? It seems terribly convenient that I arrived to find waiting for me both the one person who loves me and my very favorite playmate. Still, I'd like to think that if I got lost within my own fantasies, it would be in which Deb knew all and still accepted me as her brother and everyone applauded me for the public service I provide.
But, the mask must stay on for now. The hardest part of all this is figuring out how a normal person would respond. I've studied so diligently, but dealing with novel situations like this is always tricky. I know I need to be 'freaking out' like Deb thinks I am, but how pointless and boring. All I want to do is get on with my work. This City is as good a hunting ground as any. Who am I to wonder at its strange inhabitants when I am neither man nor monster and besides, I don't discriminate. I"m sure I'll find a new playmate soon.
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Hey Deb, let's have dinner and you can try (again) to convince me I'm not going crazy. You buy the booze and tell Rudy to pick up some steaks. I might as well start trying to feel at home here.
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