"Nobody can help me," Zeik shouted from the other room. Each day he gets a bit louder. He paces the room and stares at old Garbage Pail Kids cards all day long. He sits there and tries to play X-box with the cordless phone, and wonders why he keeps on dying. Some say he's just not there. But I say he's fighting the good fight.
Sometimes the things that surround you in life can turn you into the things they witness. Computers and cardboard boxes. Porn and wireless ethernet cards. Brown trucks and employee discounts. Good upon site, but under the skin they just wanna fuck you.
"My dry cleaner tells me being left-handed makes you go to hell," the (in)sane Zeik sputters. This would explain that when he drives, he refuses to take left-hand turns. We had to make 3 rights and waste an extra half hour just to get to my house. He sticks crayons in his ears and nose so his, "brains don't leak out."
The man carries a bottle of super glue everywhere he goes. If his cabinets squeek, he glues them shut. If a door opens on a slight slant, it never opens again. He fears something terrible. So bad that it's beyond anything you or I could comprehend. That's when it happened...
As I tried to pry the cabinets open to get some "roach-infested" cereal, I heard the scream. It was more like a demented laugh combined with a sneeze. He ran up the stairs, gripping a kinfe made out of compressed toilet paper and paper clips. His left arm gushed out of multiple slash wounds. I was amazed, almost amused at first that such a shitty weapon, could be so fucking hazardous. It took me awhile to realize that he was actually hurt and babbling random nothings. Something about a phone call from the devil himself. Teasing him about the demon inside him. The demon taking over the left side of his body.
Turns out some crazy female with a voice changer had been calling him since August of 2004. Putting odd details in his head, setting him up for the ultimate downfall. The purpose of this will never be known. But I know that female is reading this right now. As long as you live, never again contact Zeik or his family in any way, shape or form. You know why?
"God is watching us. God is watching us. God is watching us, from a distance."
Here's the only existing picture of Zeik trying to remove the demon from himself. In a way he did. Trauma. He's learned alot in short time. He's free and rampaging through life with a new perspective. Some say he's crazy. But I say he's a hero...
I think it's only right to quote Hunter S. Thompson here, since the quote perfectly reflects on this situation. "But I guess you wouldn't remember that episode, eh? Fuck no, you wouldn't! You dope-addled facist bastard."
Don't forget buddy, Pain Inspires Art. Don't waste that pain. Or else it will all be for nothing. | 
