I have a step brother-in-law that is clinically insane. He literally believes that he is Jesus. So far, he's having a hard time building his following. His name is Timmy, and he only has one leg. I've never asked what happened; he lives right by the lake in Winchester - perhaps he lost his leg during a "walk on water" incident.
Other family members grow frustrated and weary of Timmy, but I find amusement in the bizarre, so I grab a glass of tea and sit with Timmy. We here in the south don't institutonalize our crazies . . . we sit them in the front parlor and have theology discussions. Wait, maybe that's why I'm in the front parlor with Timmy?!
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