Eric, an old guitar and the broom closet.

It is not always that an insane person is able to recognise his insanity but then again I am no ordinary insane person. I am surrounded by 27 others categorically more insane then I am so from that perspective I am sufficiently sound to make a measured appraisal on my own insanity.

It is also not uncommon for insane people to be predisposed towards verbosity without actually saying anything of value. So do pardon me for this lengthy monologue which probably will not amount to much, though I will, begrudgingly and on pains of death, at your behest reduce my sentences to more manageable lengths than what they otherwise have been, if I were a certifiable, raving lunatic.

Having established some measure of sanity sufficient to establish my own defence, let me first outline the manner in which I have become afflicted with this mental malady. But before that, let me point out that a mentally challenged person has the propensity to ramble so be warned.

Now you may be wondering what Eric, an old guitar and the broom closet have in common. What has a vertically challenged, obnoxious teenager got to do with an old guitar and a broom closet you may ask? Who cares about an old guitar, a distant second compared to a glitzy new toy Eric has recently acquried?

Or what about the broom closet you may ask?

Why, the broom closet is the very place Eric left that old guitar now reduced in stature and banished at the drop of a hat, or in Eric's case, at the arrival of a new playmate. Not that Eric cares now that his fingers are busy caressing the strings of his new love interest. Such unfaithfulness would make even Prince Charles blush.

I must make it a point to have Eric over for lunch soon. I am sure a bony teenager would make a great entree. I am sure that would go down well with pomelos, which i would get a delivery of any day now. Maybe pigs can ski.

But that old guitar did not wait long for company. Now I am proud to declare that I am one of the lucky few who need not wonder what the inside of a broom closet looks like. So many people to thank for such an exclusive privelege. Many more lunches to prepare. Bon Appetit!