I came home from work one day when I was in my mid-twenties and was greeted by my roommate Cathy. “Don’t talk in here, the neighbor is listening.” I was a bit alarmed. I followed her quietly out of the apartment and into her car. “They are listening to everything we say,” she told me. “WHAT?” I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. But there are always nosy neighbors in Los Angeles so I had no reason not to believe her. We went back up to our place and that’s when IT happened. She was sitting on the couch and said loudly, “Oh, I just got a message from God.” I thought, WOW, if she has a message from God, I’m going to freak out. She reached into her front pocket and pulled out a small piece of lint which she went through carefully.
No, it was just lint. There was no message which made me feel both letdown and irritated. This is when I started to suspect drugs where involved. “Are you on something?” She looked at me wide-eyed, then started yelling that someone was shooting BB’s at her through the window. The windows were all closed. I took her over to the windows and showed her it was not possible to be shot by BBs from a closed window. We went straight to the psychiatric facility. She was snorting methamphetamine. Figures. I proceeded to move out, that was the message I received from God. Move!