Serval Pt. 1

And, you know? 

Maybe it's true what they say about me these days. Maybe I have just turned into that crazy man down the road. Always out on his porch during the day with a crying can of beer, a stare that sends children running for the hills, and adults to not let their children out after 8pm. But personally I feel just the same. I wake up the same, I eat the same, I watch television as I always have, and I go to sleep just the same as always. I suppose it holds true that what you find normal may not be normal in others eyes.

It all started with a simple walk to the grocery store. My purpose was to get some milk. The heat was worrisome in my mind to the milk's longevity, but I figured it would be gone just as quick as always. I was walking along the sidewalk that ran parallel to Sunshine Street. I came to the intersection of Sunshine and Mule to cross, I must not have been paying attention all that well. I heard a tire squeal then I saw black. 

When I came to, I only remember hovering over him with my fists clenched tight and the swelling in my knuckles beginning. He was a man in his early twenties...I think. It was hard to tell. His blonde hair strewn with slowly coagulating blood and his face hardly recognizable. I had aimed for his nose at first from the looks of it. Then his cheeks and jowls. His left eye-socket was crushed in, and the eyeball looked as though it was ready to fall out. 

I was just as shocked as an on-looker. I don't remember a thing, only black. 

They dropped the charges on me, seeing as I was struck by the young man's vehicle. He spent some time in the hospital. I always wanted to visit him but could never muster the courage. He had some plates, screws, and some other reconstructive surgeries. But I will say, I saw him not long after he healed and truth be told he looked better than he did before. At least from what I slightly remember. The "good lookin'" gene doesn't run too rampant in these parts, I'm sad to say.

From then on it was a silent shunning of sorts. Sure I wasn't charged, but the people still don't like it. 

But I still went and got my milk. And when I came back, the cats were happy. Joshua was happy too. He had been in the basement for two weeks now without anything to drink. His happiness was more of a scrambling to sustenance than purring with eyes shut and ears back. I had to put a bungie on his chain so he wouldn't break his own neck from these situations. He would get too excited and run for it, catching the end of the chain oh so quickly. I fed him a banquet nightly. Soma, vicodin, xanax, and simple tylenol PM. Valium for his anxiety and spasms. And that was usually it. Maybe the occasional sedative when he got out of hand. He was a good catch though. I had to up the dosage for his morning xanax though, he got too accustomed to what I had him on. It's always a game to see who wakes up first. His meal is usually what I don't eat at lunch, it's better than tossing it away I suppose. 

He doesn't say too much anymore. He used to yell alot, but I think I've got that calmed down. 

But, yeah, I suppose it all goes back to what's normal in your eyes might be insane in other people's. I wake up, eat, and go to sleep just the same as always.

Written by Serval Servas.

Sunshine Manor (care institute)

1590 Mule ST

Patient consistently showing signs of Schizophrenia. Electro-conductive therapy Starting tomorrow eve. Any effect will be a positive effect.