Nobody except Thomas and Nadine knew he'd stopped taking his Haldol. Or that he'd begun to wear a ring of aluminum foil around his head every night when he went to bed because it somehow let God's voice though but scrambled the messages of his enemies.
My brother: the human radio receiver pulling in the Jesus frequency. Mr. Tinfoil Head. I mean, it's not funny, but it is.
© Wally Lamb