Yesterday afternoon I went to the bar at happy hour I always went to after work had ended at the ward. Some one I knew from my twenties at the bar had not aged and had some how become manic. Obscenely manic. Once you learn to diagnose behaviors it kinda sticks. The back of the bar had become the venue. The man had a knife and a 100$ bag of oysters. He WS shucking and jiving like a side show carnival act giving away oysters to who ever would listen to him, give hom the attention he despretly needed. He forced oysters down people's throats making them uncomfortable like anyone manic with no observation of personal boundaries should. Sitting beside me in his court was my old psych staff secretary. She had no idea I was present as far as I could precieve his spell of the oyster was so powerful. He rapid fired poems of rumi and dirty jokes, never allowing anyone to stop giving hom his precious attention, and in return he cmgave them the oysters he had repeatedly yelled he only got for 100$
He recruited other manic people and peolek with addiction issues to follow his mad exchange, making them officers in his mad shellfish army. One man who was obviously his general cleaned up obsesivly, and whole in the bathroom I over heard him responding to internal stimuli telling gthe voices that the oysters where good and that this was a good dance. A damn good dance...
He could however have been just talking gto his penis as some men are apt to do...
I've no idea if he was mani c or if it was drugs... But I've seen this coyote aft before and it never ends well. The humans cut their hands on the shells and kill the coyote.
He could however have been just talking gto his penis as some men are apt to do...
I've no idea if he was mani c or if it was drugs... But I've seen this coyote aft before and it never ends well. The humans cut their hands on the shells and kill the coyote.
