Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2009 17:56:26 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Schizophrenia[/glow] - a psychotic disorder (or a group of disorders) marked by severely impaired thinking, emotions, and behaviors. In the acute phase, the patient has an overt loss of contact with reality (psychotic episode).
[glow=red,2,300]Paranoia[/glow] - an unfounded or exaggerated distrust of others, sometimes reaching delusional proportions. Paranoid individuals constantly suspect the motives of those around them, and believe that certain individuals, or people in general, are "out to get them."
Words used to describe my mental health.
[glow=red,2,300]Radical[/glow] - far beyond the norm
[glow=red,2,300]Revolutionary[/glow] - not of long duration; having just (or relatively recently) come into being or been made or acquired or discovered.
Words used to describe my methods of doing things.
[glow=red,2,300]Future[/glow] - The indefinite time yet to come; Something that will happen in time to come; A prospective or expected condition, especially one considered with regard to growth, advancement, or development; That is to be or to come; of or existing in later time.
A truly flawed definition, for that time has already come to be.
Price: All too soon you shall all see the things that I have seen. The pain and tortured soul that resides within my conscious is one of which that there is no definition.
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A black town car pulls up outside of the Thomas & Mack Center in Las Vegas, Nevada. The driver, an older man wearing a dark blue suit, exits the driver side door and walks around to the back of the car. He opens the door.
Driver: The Thomas & Mack Center Mr. Price.
Jay Price steps out of the car wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, with the hood up, and a pair of black jeans.
Price: Holy shit, I thought it was supposed to be warm in Vegas.
Driver: Well it is December sir.
Price: Yeah but I still thought this place was like Florida or California in the winter. Shit I feel like I'm back at home in this weather.
The driver shuts the door behind Price and walks to the back of the car, opening up the trunk and pulling out a large duffel bag.
Driver: So how are you feeling about tonight's match?
Price looks at the driver and shakes his head.
Price: You do know who I am, right?
Driver: Yes.
Price: Then you should already know the answer.
Price walks over to the driver and takes the duffel bag from him. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fifty, handing it to the driver.
Price: Make sure you watch tonights show..I have a feeling you'll like what you see.
Driver: Well thank you sir and I'll make sure to do just that.
The driver tips his cap to Price and gets back into the drivers seat before driving off. Price turns around and looks up at the building and the smirk disappears off of his face, replaced by the look of a man with much on his mind.
