He was ever humble, hesitant to tell the world about himself. Or so he thought.

He launched into a long rant about his life. He talked about his job, his friends, his dreams and how he couldn’t do it anymore. He wasn’t just another politician. He turned and saw a nodding head so he went on.

He thought to himself, quiet for a moment. Before the figure on the chair could get a word in, he spoke again. He marveled at his own strengths, at how he’d seen his death.

Outside his bother explain another patient “Schizophrenia, such a cruel affliction,”