Dr. Sleepy's NutHouse

    Hello and welcome to this weeks edition of I-TG33k, as always, I am your host Denny Clinton.
I am actually writing this column directly from the clients home, I don't want to miss ANY details from this bizarro story!
     I get a call from this particular fellow and he's in a panic, shouting and cursing. This isn't anything new, it's his M.O.... Let me give you some background on the one we call.... Dr. Sleepy.
     Dr. Sleepy was a successful  and highly respected member of the local medical community. He retired a few years back and once he was comfortably away from the scrutiny of the public eye..... He let loose with the crazy! All social graces have long sense gone out the window and everything in his little world revolves around him and his conspiracy theories. The formerly good doctor has adopted quite the look for himself these days, he kind of resembles an old, portly Wolverine (The X-Man not the animal) He has huge mutton chop sideburns and poofy white hair that, to be honest looks more like Krusty the Clown than Wolvie.... PLUS he rocks a Hitler 'stache! It never fails, no matter when I'm there Morning, Noon or Night... Summer, Fall Winter.... he's always dressed in basketball gear.... specifically an S.U. t-shirt, Orange B-Ball shorts and tube socks pulled damned near up to his crotch .... and to complete the ensemble:.... a cotton headband..... I have NO idea why.... the old codger doesn't exercise! It's always an adventure making a visit to the good Doctor.
     So, back to today. I finally get the old kook to calm down, I ask what the problem is.....(my first mistake) "my computer sold me out to the FBI!!!! I'm going to prison!!!!"  I chuckle at this and explain that it's a virus and he's not going to prison, but it DOES make me wonder what he's doing on that pc if he thinks it sold him out to the Feds....
     I arrive 22 minutes later and jam the doorbell at the previously arranged proper entrance (seriously, he's that guy) Silence turns into the sounds of a dog flipping the fuck out! Dr. Sleepy answers the door and ushers me in, assuring me that cujo here won't bother me and kind of pushes me past the beast who is still snarling and baring its teeth at me as Doc shouts at it "its Denny! It's Denny!" Like the rabid little fuck cares what my name is.
     So I get to the pc and its the typical virus removal, what isn't typical is the interaction coming from the other room. Mrs. Sleepy has come home in the meantime and has stated asking innocent questions to the Doctor about the virus removal...... Seems normal enough right? Well until the doctor responds..... By bellowing at her at the top of his lungs! He reacts like she had just told him she screwed the neighbor on the front lawn!!! Throwing f-bombs around and calling her a dumb cunt and so forth.....it goes on for a good 8 minutes before the entire house, even cujo who has been vigilantely standing in the doorway waiting for the right moment to take a chunk out of my leg, goes silent..... it like when you were a kid and Mommy and Daddy got into a huge table tossing fight at dinner, you just sit there awkwardly as your little sister cries silently into her Mac and Cheese.... What? that didn't happen at your house???? (Don't Judge Me!!!) 
     Then I hear footsteps coming down the hall towards me .... Dr. Sleepy appears and says cheerily"how we doin in here?"
..... I gotta get out of this nut house

 as always: Until Next Time: M3G@BYT3 ME, Bitches!