Gone pecans
Seems like someone we know is going cuckoo – not my mother by the way (albeit that’s another story) – anyway G got a call when she remained in NY with paranoid inflections and I got home to the same paranoia knocking on my truck window (AGH!) – turns out, according to J, this has been a running problem since Katrina – but she was on meds and it got better – obviously she is off her meds now – and this is not a good thing.
Go ahead New York Times – see if you can write an article about all of this nonsense – mysterious dead birds, paranoia, hoarding disorder, and scrappy divorcees slapping beligerent neighbors not to mention the medicated and unmedicated survivors of Katrina – I’m sure there is something in here that you can conjure up to prove yet again that America’s greatest city is going to hell in a handbasket.
Well we’re all gone pecans – but you know what – like my mother said last night to me as I was walking out the door – “I am nuts. So what?”