Garnabby Appreciation Thread

[MisterV]

Ya know, what seems like a million years ago, I was hypnotized by a psychiatrist.

The tread of garnabby's steps echoed through the house, alerting his mother to a surprise visitation.

"Hello son, you haven't come down from the attic for two weeks. How are things with you?"

Garnabby ignored her, intent on pondering life's deep mysteries instead of interacting with a mere mortal.

"I made an appointment with the doctor like I told you I would; maybe he can help you stop drinking your own urine and ease or end your compulsion for online fecal painting :I love you son but you are no Banksy."

"A doctor you say? When is the appointment?"

"In an hour. I was going to come get you, but now...grab your jacket, I'll drive."

Soon garnabby was lying hypnotized on the psychiatrist's couch, but instead of talking about himself he remained silent as a tomb for an hour.

Later, on the way home, when asked how it went he blithely responded "Just the way I like it."

With that he clammed up again, studying the veins in his hands, wondering just what the hell he had done that made him so superior to everyone else.

A bird shit on the windshield: Eureka, he had his answer.