Tommy Swan: A Self-Made Mad Man

As I told you all yesterday, today's post was supposed to be about Mr. Tony Fetzer. Unfortunately there's been a little delay in that department. Attempts to interview him turned out a little less than satisfactory but never fear! I'm sure the ol' grouch will come around sooner or later.

In the mean time let's take a look at my dearest and most tragic friend, Mr. Tommy Swan.

A disheveled and odd gentleman at the least. A desperate psychotic at the worst. Mr. Swan appears to be about twenty to thirty years of age. His hair is a proverbial rat's nest and his once prim suit appears to have been torn to bits. The man spends most of his time wandering about in circles muttering gibberish only his twisted and tangled mind can understand. I sat down with Tommy in order to have a small conversation.

JM: Alright Tommy! We'll take it nice and slow. What can you tell us about yourself?

TS: I was born of light, and made the shadows.

JM: That was beautiful Tommy, but vague as well. Please be specific.

TS: There can't be shadows without light, I don't know much about much but the light makes the shadows. This place is full of shadows, and I must be the light.

A tragic case indeed. His eyes glance from wall to wall, trapped in the eternal maze of his own insanity as well as the physical maze as well.

JM: Did you have a family.

TS: My mother was nothingness, birthed from chaos, and I am light.

JM: You poor sad fellow.

TS: From nothing came chaos, from chaos came the light, from the light came the shadows, from the shadows came fear, from the fear came courage, and from the courage came knowledge, and from knowledge came evil.

JM: What you would say if you simply understood.

His eyes glance towards my tape recorder and he makes a grab for it.

JM: No I'm afraid this is mine.

TS: The mechanism! The clockwork! The hearth in the storm!

JM: This is about perserving a story my dear fellow, it isn't for your hearth.

TS: Those who dance with their tongues deserve to have them cut off.

JM: Oh if only you made any sense.

TF: I thought I told you to cut it out you little piece of shit!

Unfortunately at that point my interview was cut short by Mr. Fetzer, a world class opposer of the literary arts. I suppose you can see the gist of it though, the madness of a poor Mr. Swan.

No one can say how he came to be this way, but through any unfortunate number of events, it's a wonder is he'll ever return to coherency.

Stay tuned for the next interview.

Until then, keep strong!