I've always had this misconceived view of by others who don't understand my humor (or at least the things that get me giddy and I find material to work with) so often I save thelaughing times for people who have had a chance to know me and understand that somewhere between sick humor and Brittish humor is where I often fall.
I had met a fellow through a friend once, I couldn't have been more than 24 or 25 who seemed odd to me but we all had spent an evening together, partying a little and things were going good - something was said that brought an instant reply (quite humorous at the time) and the man stood up, littlerally appeared to have grown 1.5 times in size (you know how you are supposed to make yourself appear bigger if you confront ragid animals or any wild animal by standing on yout toes, flapping your arms, screaming, whatever it takes to appear more frightening) we this guy didn't have to do any of that, he just stood up and it was if he was morphing into something that I wanted nothing to do with.
My friend Mike grabbed him by the arm and Mike is no little guy either, the fellow started pulling Mikes hand free and nearly tossed Mike across the room - Mike never lost his footing but it looked like one wrestler tossing another toward the ropes.
I got out of there and all I heard was hands, BIG HANDS slamming down on tables, walls, door and sounds that were chilling, the sounds of the mentally ill being tortured and Hike sounded fine calming the other fellow down - I waited outside nearly 5 minutes before it quieted down and Mike came out, he seemed exhausted as if life had been drained from him.
He suggested I leave after telling me his buddy in there had be diagnosed schophrenic in his early 20s and the pills back then more or less zombied you until the effect wore off - well they were wearing off for sure, Mike said that Jay (pretty sure that was his name) had done this in front of Mike several times, it is one of those "since you feel fine, you don't need your meds" kinda thinking and I had never seen anyone with true mental illness respond in any way, I felt that he was going to rip me apart and Mike assured me it was nothing I said, it was going to happen no matter what.
I took Mike's car home, he drove Jay home in Jay's car in the morning - but for just a few minutes, I thought I met someone possessed or he had evil consuming him. I have to assume in hindsite, he only appeared massive as he stood over me, blank eyed, rambling loudly, arms flailing about. I thought I was going to die that night and the scariest part was when I was outside and he was shrieking and groaning like a wild beast, I had no idea who would walk out that door - Mike or something evil.