We've all seen crazy in the movies.
The actor is being payed well to have that wild look in his eyes and gesture foolishly as he rambles loudly about his experiences. His stories are vivid, full of tangents and unexplained details. A streak of violence manifests itself in his voice, his movements. His perception is different, he can see light of an unmeasurable wavelength and hear people that cannot be seen. His manic hair and weathered skin only add to the wildness of his manners. The phrases he coins make the audience chuckle, maybe ponder at what makes a man insane. Is it possibly just genius gone awry? Can this be real?
I don't chuckle when it's on my doorstep, when the wild eyes are as familiar as my own. There is no camera here, no makeup artist or acclaimed director, only my brother, his demons, and me. The stories are his own, not cleverly written or thought through beforehand, just raw experiences tied up in his unimaginable point of view. Is it possibly just genius gone awry? I don't know. It's positively unnerving, though.
I keep hoping that he'll stop talking mid-story, look at me with full sanity and comprehension and say, "Got Ya! Didn't I!?!?!"
Sadly, that's never going to happen.