A Loony BinVenus stood next to me to watch. After a short while she asked, “Did there used to be crazy people in the old days too?”
I glanced sideways at her. She appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties, a young woman. “Depends on what you mean to be crazy. I knew plenty of people that were hooked on drugs, or booze or cigarettes and couldn’t quit no matter how hard they tried. Others were simply depressed or overly neat, or unable to make eye contact. We never called those people crazy, rather we said they were in need of help. I knew a few crazy ones in my day. One was a farmer that had r***d and killed a dozen young women because his god told him to. Another was a man back from the war and who thought everyone was out to kill him.”
“We have crazy people,” she said. “You wa
