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I was leaving work last night, going down the back stairs so as to avoid Art (aka: my stalker doorman) and just as I opened the door on the first floor I looked down the hall and out the side door. Who was standing there smoking a cigarette… Crazy Talker.

I literally looked back and forth down each hallway. One led to Art, and the other to Crazy Talker (previously here).

I had to act fast. At any moment Crazy Talker could finish his cigarette and come back inside. I made a split second decision. I would go with Art. While Art is a stalker, and latches onto your side as soon as you walk anywhere near him as if you both have high-powered magnets in your pockets, he is more easily subdued than Crazy Talker.

Crazy Talker will push through all of your defenses and just keep on going and going and going… Art doesn’t have that kind of drive. Art talks to you because he feels like he needs to. If he doesn’t he feels bad. He feels like he has no friends (which from what I have seen is most likely the case). But Crazy Talker, he is on a freakin’ mission. His goal in life is to talk. He won’t fail. He can’t fail.

Also, I can tell Art is a nice guy. If I am forced to grant one of these garrulous goons their ultimate wish I would prefer it be Art. So, I think I made the right decision. As was expected, Art pounced and let is akward chit-chat wash over me as I passed by. The goal at this point was keep on moving. Don’t stop, just keep going. It worked. I was outside and free from both Art and the Crazy Talker.

But don’t think I wasn’t considering the fact that Crazy Talker might have walked around to the front of the building. I did. Crazy Talker haunts my every move. I think of him anytime I am outside of our office suite. I may run into him anywhere, and he can not be stopped.

Crazy Talker, why have you foresaken me?