I have a microchip in my glasses

There is an halfway house down the road from my house, so I meet all kinds of strange and interesting characters from time to time, but one in particular is my favorite, is the dude that says I have a microchip in me and I have twenty minutes to get it off of me. All I can think about is the paralyzed UT professora who had her head chopped open by one of her student's that were helping her manage her complex affairs. Great, now I have some crazy asshole who seems to show up every time I walk to the bus stop. Today he was lighting matches and inhaling the fumes. I actually didn't recognize him today as he was somewhat stylishly dressed. The first time I met him was on the coldest day of the year, and was talking to a guy with face tattoos, who just got out of jail. The guys tattoos were alright, but I was thinking the whole time that the suicide rate for such individuals is fifty percent. Anyhow tatoo guy was cool, but crazy young guy is starting to worry me. I was actually thinking of maceing him with the pepper spray I keep, for loose aggressive dogs. It may empower ya'll to know that I am ordering some workbooks to improve my shitty shitty grammar, so keep heart fellows. Now I'm off to find a science link for molecular Monday.