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My Name is Crazy
Crazy.
I am called 'Crazy'.
Not in that mental state of mind sort of crazy,
But as in a recognizing name, 'Crazy'.
Who we are defines us.
And for me, my who is Crazy.
Although, the name itself is a bit crazy.
Crazy as the title of defining a person.
I contain no mental illness, I am, academically a little above average.
I have never been to a psychiatrist,
Nor have I ever had anyone analyze me as a person.
But, all the same my best friend calls me Crazy.
No one else understands the entire situation,
They've never met Matthew before,
He's rarely ever in town anymore, due to work.
Not many people understand how someone's best friend could name them Crazy.
But, he is my best friend after all, and he never says it in a demeaning sort of way.
Nor have I ever considered it derogatory.
He just got back in town an hour ago,
It's kind of funny, the only time I really see him is when he wants me to help him clean up when he's back in town and his place is a mess from work.
I mean I know he's an artist, but to use real blood as a medium for paint in my opinion is kind of crazy.
He is a great sculptor, specifically of women.
They look so life like.
And all he ever says to me is, "Crazy, help me throw away these sculptures. They keep coming out wrong for some reason."
I tell him they are some of the most amazing sculptures I've ever seen.
But he's never satisfied…
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Droppin' knowledge since 1986.
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