Regarding random mutterings and schizophrenia...
A "low-brow" type of moment:
Early 1980s,in San Francisco on my honeymoon.
Coming out of a bakery i was approached by an obviously homeless woman with the tell tale gleam of lunacy in her eyes.
Staring at me she asked,in an almost frantic tone"Are you from the Red Zone?"
Pissed at having my idyllic days off interrupted,I stared back and in a Nicholson-esque dead pan delivery said"No. We're from the Orange Zone.(dramatic pause...)And we KNOW."
20 years later,I can still see the look of terror in her face,and I feel like a world class asshole.
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