Associations become difficult to gain when you don't represent the typical everyday person- Because as one thing follows another, it usually results in higher needs that typically make you have higher expectations of others. With enough observations and self-reflection, I was able to recognize several predators among the people by their symptoms that I "unfortunately" share, enabling me to establish connections with them- and that's where it leaves me now.
After a brisk job interview at the Baltimore State Hospital For The Criminally Insane I quickly made haste back to my home near the outskirts of Birdfoot Ln, Virginia, where I was expecting a visitor who frequently appeared near the brim of midnight for some "casual conversation" as we'd like to refer to it as.
As I finally pulled into the unattended gravel of my driveway and executed the casual precautions to exit my car, a familiar being presented himself on my porch with a relieved expression on his face.
"Were you worried I wasn't going to show Randall? After all this is my house." A slight huff of a laugh rumbled in my throat after I spoke, allowing more tension to be gradually released from Randall's physique.
"Well, Matthew, as you know when you're a man who's facing untypical problems and doesn't want to be recognized you often wonder if the safety measures you take are enough to ensure your own safety."
With those words Randall gripped his now noticeable duffel bag in his hand, the muscles in his right arm tensing as the weight of the object inside the bag began to take its toll on his strength.
Taking notice of his movements I slowly paced up the brick steps of my porch, rummaging for my house keys in the clutter of my slacks.
"I can't say I don't agree with you.. Now, I think it's best we get inside before you..," I nodded to his bag, a sly grin tugging at the ends of my lips. ".. Wear out your arms. I'm sure you'll need them for later."
With a slight turn of my key the door progressively creaked open, permitting the two of us to enter the house to escape the uncomfortable conditions outside and be comforted with a much more reassuring warmth.
Randall's voice was significantly gentle as he talked, taking a quick glance around the living room before finally reestablishing eye contact with me from where I was sitting.
"You look very presentable today Matthew- Is there some sort of special occasion that I haven't had the pleasure of knowing since we had last met?"
"It's really nothing too notable. After being released from the institution, and having those records tucked and filed away from prying eyes, I decided to go ahead and apply as an orderly at the Baltimore State Hospital For The Criminally Insane. When you spend time in a mental hospital you pick up the drill. Enough about me though Randall- how's your job been at the Museum of Natural History?"
Almost as if it were a defensive instinct Randall casually slinked back towards the large duffel bag that he had placed near my chair earlier, eyeing me with a look of determination."That's actually something I need to talk to you about."