Aw, my first stalker!

It's official. The aforementioned Crazy is stalking me.
He's rambled into the shop three days in a row now.
I told Doc about the first visit, and sure enough, Doc knows the guy. Well, knows of him anyway. I guess the Crazy used to stalk Doc's girlfriends' daughter Tina, who lives down the street from Crazy. (Yeah, Crazy's dad used to apparently run Key West, so Crazy has a bigass inheritance. That's fair.)
Anywho, fortunately Doc was in the shop when Crazy came in yesterday. I was at the computer in the office, and when Crazy came in, Doc jumped up and blocked the doorway so Crazy couldn't get at me. It was kinda cute, lol. Then Doc and i started talking about something or other, pointedly ignoring Crazy until it went away. I heard Doc on the phone with his girlfriend, telling her about all this, and he said "Remember how this guy was fixated on Tina? Well, i think Jesse's his new fixation." Lucky, lucky me.
And, as i suspected, Crazy just came in again today. As i'm by myself in here, i pulled out my cell phone and dialed the shop number, so i could answer the phone and pretend to be busy, as that seems to be the easiest way to make Crazy go away. After it left, I called Doc and informed him of the sighting, and he agrees that something needs to be done about this.
So yeah, lovely day so far. Also, my eyes seem to be angry at me, as they refuse to stay focused if i look at anything for more than two seconds. (My mad typing skills are allowing me to type this whilst i'm periodically staring at different things around the room.) Silly eyes. Maybe i need to change my contacts or something.
Anywho. Today is the first day of our new teetotaling, money-saving lifestyle, in efforts to get healthier and save up towards getting the hell out of Key West. Whee!
(Arrrrg stupid eyes!!!!)
Oh one of my other demented fans strolled by the shop yesterday. This one isn't too bad- he's just kinda odd and talks about weird random metaphysical stuff at me while i'm trying to work. Fortunately, Doc was standing there and i was actually helping a real customer, so the guy just kinda waved at me thru the door, then kept looking up in the sky and giving me a thumbs up. Sarah was outside smoking, and apparently this dude told her it was very important that she give me the following message: "Never give up hope. They're coming around from the west!" Who are? Is he referring to a new gang of escapees from the mental asylum, coming to whisk me away to LoonyLand? Goody.
Only in Key West do they allow nut jobs to roam the streets. Nut jobs with lots of money, i should add.
Well i'd best go. If "They" are indeed coming around from the West, i should probably start knitting some straightjackets.
Lucky, lucky me.