For the longest time my brother has been telling us about some ideation’s that got him feeling like some dark figure has been trailing him, causing him to act all paranoid. He would shriek occasionally about a male wearing an awkward banana colored trench coat with a Dick Tracey hat. Some days he’d swear he heard feet stammering against the charcoal colored asphalt echoing like high heels walking in an empty hall way. Catching an attitude, my brother would make loud outbursts in frustration, screaming quit patronizing me! Once he even flipped over my short mahogany coffee table shattering the glass.