do you hear it?

It makes you wonder doesn’t it, you know, who’s crazy and who isn’t? Pick up the paper and every day there are stories about people who plead insanity to escape some heinous crime they committed. Then you got the courts who parade expert after expert who supposedly have the know-how to determine if that person is insane or not. In my opinion it’s just that person trying not to take responsibility for their actions.

We’re all a bit crazy in one way or other, like the cat who invented the atomic bomb, musicians, artist, the man who built the first laser, any inventor. Any talented individual who takes an idea or action to the farthest extreme can be considered crazy. These are people who do not or will not think normal. And they have that one common theme; they’ve all been called crazy by their peers. I think that the only thing that separates them from all the others is that they tend to listen to the voices in their heads. Hell, I do.

The voices in my head get so loud at times that no amount of whisky will make em settle down, and that’s the difference, between so-called crazy and so-called sane. We all have that dominate voice in our head that tells us what to do. Hmmm, do I want cheese fries or cheese burgers? Why am I sitting here reading this crap when I could be watching the Teletubbies? This is the voice that most of us hear on a daily basis. You might have also heard it called the voice of reason.

Then there are those of us who hear many voices.

“You need to push that punk in front of the bus”!

“You know you got the skills to build that set of flying shoes you always wanted”

“Dude! You can rob this bank. Just run in and cap some old people and take the money and run! Nobody gonna know it’s you under that mask”

The secret is knowing which voice not to listen too. But look at you muthafuckers; you’re all sitting out there feeling smug and safe in your saneness, thinking what a line of shit Greg’s talking.

But think back to the last time some asshole cut you off in traffic, the voice said

“pull up next to the car and roll down your window and flip em off”

You found yourself doing it didn’t you? And you found that your heart was pumping and you got a rush off it. You dug doing what the voices said; and you wanted the voices to come back, again and again.

And they did till one day you looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the eyes looking back. But the familiar voice was still there. But this time it’s really loud and saying

“look under your bed, you’ll find a gun and a mask. Remember that asshole in traffic that flipped you off last week? Well baby its come get some time cause we know where he works, we know where they all work”!

The voice says

“don’t sweat it; I’ll talk you thru it. It’s gonna be ok”

"and the monkey flipped the switch"