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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
In My Head
Did you know the violent crime rate among schizophrenics is no higher than that of the general population?
It’s true. Hollywood gives us a bad rap but, although we do hear voices telling us to do some depraved shit, that doesn’t mean we act on it.
Jam your pen down his fucking eye socket!
That, for instance, is what I heard shouted in a voice much deeper and gruffer than my own as I walked into the boardroom and greeted my boss.
“Good morning, Ken,” I call, in what I personally believe was a noticeably non-pen-stabbing way.
“Morning,” he answers, “Get yourself some coffee and take a seat.”
Throw the coffee at him, the voice shouts as a colleague passes me the coffee pot, Smash the pot and use a shard of glass to slice his dick off!
Instead, I smile and thank him.
As I walk over to take my seat as the voice throws out random demands.
Bite his fucking ear off!
Rip her chair out from under her and bash her skull in!
As I sit down, it’s stopped demanding things and started laughing obnoxiously. Unusually active today, it’s making it difficult to hear Ken welcome our newest VP to the front.
The voice is really more of a bully than-
It abruptly goes silent as the new VP introduces himself. He flashes a smile at me - quick but definitely at me - and begins his presentation.
I stare without understanding. His face is unfamiliar, but I know his voice all too well.
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