The village idiot of Las Vegas reminisces about a young Mad Max.

Today's version of the phrase - Mad Max - is best used as a connotation to describe chaos, disorder and anarchy. Example: "A group of guys got into a fight in the parking lot of a strip joint in Las Vegas last Saturday night. Someone in the fracas pulled out a gun and went Mad Max. Leaving two people dead in the aftermath."

The following is an excerpt from a conversation I recently had with a friend. I have affectionately nicknamed him 'Mad Max.' He is an anarchist in every sense of the word.

"Mad Max, you remember when we were kids and the only thing we ever did was play ball, chase chicks, chew Skoal, drink beer and shoot pool?" Mad Max and I had an idyllic childhood. Growing up, neither of us had the slightest inclination to what being an anarchist or Libertarian meant. Like me, Mad Max is of the nostalgic type. So when I reminded him of a bygone era. He told me this - "Hell yes I remember those days. I would give anything to see them return. Remember that piece of shit car you used to have. I think you called it 'The Loaf." My first car was a 1960 Ford Falcon station wagon. It was painted with light brown house paint. Thus resembling a loaf of bread.

Hanging out with Mad Max, back in the day, was like hanging out with the Fonz. He was the coolest hombre in Greenwood County and everyone knew it. "Mad Max, remember that time you were with your girlfriend and those two girls from Eureka came to town looking for you. I still can't believe you were able to get out of that jam unscathed." Mad Max had a way with women that was unparalleled to anything I had seen at the time. My job was to keep them entertained while he ditched his girlfriend. After she was gone, he then swooped in and snatched both of them up. "Yeah, I remember that. They were twins - Bonnie and Betty."

We reminisced about a few other things and then it was time for both of us to return to reality. He said this to me as his parting shot. "Dude, for the most part, I like the blog posts you're writing about me. But do me a favor, ease up on the guns and ammo part. You're making it appear as though I am about ready to snap. I am not that far gone, not yet anyways."