If you live in Walla Walla, I encourage you to go outside immediately and walk downtown. It would seem the population of the town that puts "Complete Lunacy" as their profession on a census are all out on Main Street at the same time. I was under the impression they only came out at night...hence the word "lunacy" to which I attribute the ad-hoc definition "driven boot-eatin' crazy by the devil-moon." Though I have no particular grudge against our celestial neighbor, it would seem that many people simply can't bear the sight of the sonofabitch without something in their brain snapping like a twig. I say "many people" but I now imagine that many of you probably don't have neighborhoods filled with colander-wearing "superheroes."
Walla Walla has the Washington State Penitentiary conveniently located right outside of town. When the term is up for the guys who had good enough grades to get accepted to WSP, they are let out into the community with nothing more than a change of clothes and a kick in the ass. That kick in the ass must be just swift and hard enough to land them right smack downtown to start climbing the streetlamps and besieging the hotdog vendors.
Perhaps you think I'm bashing on crazy people, but if you know me then you know that in some ways I envy them. I plan on sailing solo across the Pacific Ocean next year to achieve a kind of insanity straight out of The Ryme of the Ancient Mariner which has so far eluded me in my 21 years of existence.
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