I'm Space Now

He says, "Take your Hat off," or something along those lines, and I lean in and look down his bottomless and empty eye holes.
I ask him "How long do you think you would have to go without looking in the mirror before you couldn't recognize yourself anymore"?
Then I remember this dude Space, who was about thirty-something years old when we were in College. He starred in my extracurricular college variety ensemble as the Cooky Drug Guy That Prolly's Gonna Touch Your Penis. None the less, oftentimes his friends were my friends and there he was. He leans into me one night and starts in on "Imagine if all these people in here were invisible. If all you could see were their hearts all glowing" and "It would just look like their hearts were hovering!" He was pretty frantic about it. After a while it just got weird that he wouldn't stop talking about it. I saw him later and he had an armful of fiber glass delivery truck attachments like firewood at my dorm room door and he wants to crash for awhile. He ends up in a mound of stuff that wasn't very clean gripping the back bars of a desk chair like they were a prison door. "Pssst . . . i'm in jail", he just kept repeating it over and over and somehow I fell asleep.
The funny part is that none of it seemed all that strange back then, but fuck. That's prime nightmare material now. Some Twins Peaks shit where I don't understand it even though it looks so familiar. A Punch and Judy for an adult audience that leaves the brain feeling superior but completely missing-out on something much better.