The crazies are out in droves. The temps are warming up, and it’s driving them out. You’d think there was some sort of fender ukulele being played. Or something.
We’re just minding our own business, listening to some good old fashioned rock, maybe some country, a little pop. The crazies are listening to the voices in their heads. Let’s harass the neighbors. They can’t go anywhere to get away from it.
I’m tired of the crazies. I’m tired of the weirdos. I want sanity back.
We all do.