...I told Dave my iPod had a few hours of temporary insanity.
He said it happens to the best of us, but he's usually out of his mind.
I thought he was joking, and told him, quite honestly, that he's the sanest person I know.
He said that was scary.
I giggled and agreed.
He replied, "Especially since I'm legally insane."
Uhm, what? He's kidding, right? Maybe it's just clinical depression. I mean, it's not like he's Donnie-Darko batshit schizo or something. I'd've noticed him talking to an invisible bunny rabbit. But I don't know how to respond to this and not have it go off into left field. Although, we're kind of dancing past the shortstop already, aren't we? /baseballmetaphor
ETA:
Apparently one of his buddies has told him that if you do LSD more than x-amount of times, you're declared legally insane. Which is an urban legend and no such law exists. Oh, the addicted are gullible.