299 -- Madness
299 - Madness
There are different concepts of madness.
Woody knew this.
First there is the Alice-in-Wonderland-Mad-Hatter-Madness. The kind of craziness that comes from organic mental illness. Sometimes this can be controlled by drugs. Other times, the person continues to see imaginary six-foot frogs or rabbits or queens from a deck of cards.
Drugs or alcohol can throw in another layer of madness - the kind of craziness that a person brings on himself when either vice is abused to the point of turning a brain into Jello-o.
Woody had dealt with both. The first kind he could sort of understand. He wasn’t comfortable with it, but he could deal when he had to. The second kind he had little patience for. He had seen the results of that kind of madness far too many times.
But this kind of madness…THIS kind of madness was inexcusable. He was a cop for God’s sake. A cop who was late to work. He shifted uneasily in the seat of his Chevelle and waited for the school bus to pull away from the curb in front of him.
He had left his apartment on time. He couldn’t run his siren because he wasn’t in his “official department-issued” car. He couldn’t pull out and go around the school bus because that would break - or at least severely bend - a dozen of Boston traffic laws.
All. He. Could. Do. Was. Sit. And. Wait.
The first day of school was a whole ‘nother kind of madness.
Woody Hoyt
Crossing Jordan
247 Words
There are different concepts of madness.
Woody knew this.
First there is the Alice-in-Wonderland-Mad-Hatter-Madness. The kind of craziness that comes from organic mental illness. Sometimes this can be controlled by drugs. Other times, the person continues to see imaginary six-foot frogs or rabbits or queens from a deck of cards.
Drugs or alcohol can throw in another layer of madness - the kind of craziness that a person brings on himself when either vice is abused to the point of turning a brain into Jello-o.
Woody had dealt with both. The first kind he could sort of understand. He wasn’t comfortable with it, but he could deal when he had to. The second kind he had little patience for. He had seen the results of that kind of madness far too many times.
But this kind of madness…THIS kind of madness was inexcusable. He was a cop for God’s sake. A cop who was late to work. He shifted uneasily in the seat of his Chevelle and waited for the school bus to pull away from the curb in front of him.
He had left his apartment on time. He couldn’t run his siren because he wasn’t in his “official department-issued” car. He couldn’t pull out and go around the school bus because that would break - or at least severely bend - a dozen of Boston traffic laws.
All. He. Could. Do. Was. Sit. And. Wait.
The first day of school was a whole ‘nother kind of madness.
Woody Hoyt
Crossing Jordan
247 Words