He was considered clinically insane simply for screaming. He walked into the doctor’s office and walked out a minute later with a pillbox full of candy-colored drugs. He became addicted. His friends laughed. He laughed. Everyone laughed. (No one laughed. He suffered a mental break after inhaling and snorting half the box of drugs and suddenly saw things, mainly people.) He talked to his shadow, but no one believed him. Luckily, he couldn’t keep himself physically clean or the homeless he knew would have addicted him to heroin where he would die from a dirty needle. They died the next week.