Sometimes it feels like the radio and TV are talking to me.
“Are you Schizophrenic?”
“Yes.”
Sometimes I feel like I’m swimming in a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow with a leprechaun.
“Are you Lucky?”
“Yes.”
Sometimes it feels like sports, especially basketball is calling me.
“Are you addicted?”
“Yes.”
“It’s madness, everything is revolving around me and the balls. Doesn’t the basketball look like a planet?”
“I’ve gon MAD”
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