Am I Crazy or Not?

I was able to publish the previously unpublishable this morning after a sober review and a few minor corrections. I even wrote a couple of new posts and published them. This puts to rest my previous rationalization that I would come across as angry and bitter if I tried this stuff sober. I am now willing to admit that I like to drog and blog drunk because it is simply more fun to do it drunk than sober.

Now I want to continue the description of harrassment from above by making the connection between (stomps and wall bangs) and gassings. I noticed in 1997 or so that the folks upstairs had a habit of stomping the floor or banging the walls whenever I coughed. It was unbelievable but also undeniable. This conjunction of events occured far too often to possibly be denied. At first I thought it was simply another way They had conjured up to remind me that they were aware of what was going on in our apartment. I thought it was a sort of celebration as well: celebration of my distress, however small that distress might be. But gradually I came to understand that they were gassing me and that they were celebrating a successful gassing event whenever they stomped or banged. At first this was difficult to realize. But as time went on the gassings became so much more obvious that they (the gassings) eventually entered the realm of the undeniable. They were gassing me and they wanted me to know it. The gassing continues to this day.

The apartment above has since changed hands at least twice, but the gassings and the stomps and bangs continued as if there had been no such changes. In fact, the apartment above was 'vacant' for almost a year before the current 'occupants' moved in, but the gassing and stomping remained pretty much constant. This brings up the question of my sanity: am I imagining all this stomping and gassing? Am I insane? I think not. In fact I am certain that the 'theater of the above' was designed to raise that question, if not in my mind, then in the minds of anybody who might hear my story. And so I pass this information on to you. I report. You decide. I do this not unmindful of how titillating a blog this would be if I were indeed crazy. And so, in that spirit, I write this blog. I report. You decide.

Am I crazy or not?

All the world wants to know.