Yes, yet another older babble, one I also did on a message board, so it has the "personal' feel. I'm talking *to* people, and it has a certain silliness you only get when you're with your friends.

Vic, he’s 22, homeless, and utterly insane. My friend dated him two years ago, to my dismay. Through her Vic sucked me into his mad little world. When you first meet Vic you cannot help but be fond of him, he’s rather charming. It’s not until later that your panic-stricken heart starts beating because you want the horrid little man out of your house as soon as possible.

He came over today, oozing charm, and I forgot a little bit of his insanity. I gave him a sandwich (two) and a soda, and we chatted a little bit. I feel bad for him, how could I not let him in to sit down and give the poor bastard something to eat. Although he’s homeless, he’s still clean and sane looking, I shouldn’t have let that fool me.

He told me he just happened to stop by, no planning at all. First thing he did after the normal mundane chitchatting (who, what, where, why, when) was tell me that he learned how to make a nuclear bomb. (Ya Right) He subtly tried to tell me he was planning to blow up this very city that I live in. Holy shit, he’s become more insane since the last time I talked to him. Of course he hasn’t made it *yet* like everything else he tired to do, it hasn’t happened yet. He uses buzzwords making it sound like he’s actually talking about something important. I’m sure he couldn’t even make a pipe bomb, its to complex for his fried little brain.

He then said (much later), he remembered that how great I was, and that he stopped by to confirm my kindness. (Bit different from “just happed to stop by) Because of this, he will not be blowing up one the few places he can be homeless and still be safe. (oook) Shit, what a delusional lying fuck he is. Instead he will con the government out of 13.7 millions dollars by saying he “hacked” into some computer, and found out where this bomb is. Ya right.

Still, I was utterly fascinated. Here was a man who looked like a calm avenge guy, quoted the bible, and looked as sane as they come. The noble Christian, the good-looking guy with life and strength of mind. When really he was mad, fanatical, and crazy as hell. Later he tired to convince me he has ESP! Of course his mind-reading exercise failed. Said my spirit was too strong.

After many more delusional stories of bullshit (too many to tell, he was here for an hour) He left. I have no fear of him doing actually harm, he doesn’t have the skill or intelligence to make a sandwich right, let alone a bomb. He believes that once when he overdosed on crack, he entered another dimension. (Ha Ha) He inhales butane, doesn’t even have enough money to buy a car, or a bike. I don’t think he can make a nuclear weapon. It is part of his hallucination you see. Having the glory of doing something big.

Still, it’s pretty fucking scary, next time he comes, I’m locking the door.