Shaking in this hut of a home, just thinking of all those chickens out there squabling.
"Release the debt." he kept saying in his sleep. "Save the girl." Like it really was at the center of his universe.
"You save me, I save you!"
"That damn son of a bitch has really gone and gone crazy." says the neighbor principal with a shotgun and a mustache.
"But can you help him?"
"Me? How could I help him? I'm one of the least qualified members of the community to be performing that task. I would recommend an astrologer or a shaman or a witch or something of that metaphysical nature. Me? I'm just a leading figure of the angry mob."
"We're dealing with a pretty moderate case of the @madness." said the psychiatrist. "I mean it would be really nice if you could get a blessing from @budnitz, but what are the chances. Or even @cacheflowe. But we all know how Pop's standing with that guy goes. Tell you the truth though, I don't even know if that's going to do himself any good. The way he is spreading himself thinner than butter on the hottest toast, what can you do for the guy? He's doing it to himself and he's going to keep doing it to himself. He's not going to stop no matter how much acclaim or support or better shall I say blessing from the divinities he gets. He's on a self destructive path. sadomasochist if I've ever seen one. @et was right. This guy's a lost cause."