It's been pleasantly quiet at work this week without the crazy guy, but, strangely, I'm starting to miss him a bit. I think other people are missing him too. A couple of guys came over to where I was working and began talking about how quiet it was for me without the crazy guy constantly bothering me. Then they began to tell crazy guy stories. One guy told about how he had a friend dying of emphysema and how the crazy guy tried to talk him into getting drugs from the dying guy so the crazy guy could sell them. "I'll give you half," the crazy guy supposedly said.
We live out our insanity vicariously through the crazy guy.