The stories circled within his head, always pounding at his subconscious... They pushed on his mind, wanting to be released from their holding area. His only rest came as he wrote them down. He had lived with them for so long that it seemed natural for fantasy and reality to mix together. The characters of his stories took on lives of their own. They began to write themselves. He only recorded their adventures on paper. He had no control over what the characters did. He told people the characters were more real than he was. Then one day, they were...
Were you ever told as a kid that you shouldn't do that... that you can't do that... that you need to live in the real world?
Patrick never was. That's why he writes. Granted, most of what he writes is filled with insanity, but that's a good thing.
Growing up in Iowa was tough. The suburb he grew up in was surrounded by corn. Corn everywhere. You can't walk ten feet outside of the city without running into corn, or falling into the Mississippi. That's the world Patrick grew up into, and that's why he writes the insane stories he writes. If you read them carefully, you will start to see patterns. Things will make sense. You will see clearly now. The rain is gone.
Or this may all be some rambling nonsense. Either way, why not take a chance?