TWO YEARS AGO TODAY:

Some people never go crazy. Me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. They'll find me there. "It's Mengtar," they'll say, and they pour wine down my throat, rub my chest, sprinkle me with oils. Then, I'll rise with a roar, rant, rage - curse them and the universe as I send them scattering over the lawn. I'll feel much better, sit down to toast and eggs, hum a little tune, suddenly become as lovable as a pink overfed whale.



Some people never go crazy.

What truly horrible lives they must lead.