This whole madness thing was becoming quite inconvenient.
Ryan hadn’t had the first idea what to do with himself now he was mad.
He wondered whether he should join a society for mad people, or run one of those charity marathons. He didn’t fancy either of those.
He had considered being an eccentric, but probably needed more money for that.
His friends had been fairly understanding, but a little distant. Ryan was ok with that, he didn’t want to embarrass them by wearing his pants on his head at a dinner party or whatever it was that mad people did.