david our delivery driver is acting strange lately. he spends most of his time either quietly pondering or feverishly writing. the other day i found a piece of paper that he had written on. it looks like a crazy persons writing. i am worried for him. here is what he has written: i want to be different, living in a different world with not only different people but different types of people. so different from those i know and am familiar with. i want to live among people who look and act differently from us human beings. i want to live among those who may walk on one leg hopping along all their lives or who may have eight eyes all around their head, or have their genitals on the palm of their hands so they can make love to the woman they fancy by just shaking hands with her. a three minute hand shake. or they could high five her for a quickie. they can pat someone on the back for a cheap thrill and in the cold weather they can rub their hands together to get warm and masturbate at the same time. i want to live among people who have anal taste buds who violently throw up whenever they defecate. i want to be different. i am tired of status quo. david seems to me has lost it completely and needs professional help. but he insists that he only thinks differently because what he thinks is out of the box. he refuses to tell me which box.