Or maybe I'm the crazy one

My new office comes with high-speed internet, a full kitchen, and, of course, a schizophrenic guy from Dallas who calls and leaves tin-foil-hat-type messages on a different phone extension each night. This morning I arrived to find no less than three of them on my voicemail, totalling about 10 minutes of tape time and each placed between 2 and 4 a.m. today. The first one begins like this:

This is Michael Dirksen. I'm at a pay phone in downtown Dallas. For the past several days I've been subjected to ongoing abuse, manipulation, entrapment, and brain device records fraud,
apparently by the Dallas auth--the Dallas police, with involvement by the Dart Train and Bus Company that is used by Dallas for its city transit. Their tactics primarily focus on mind control...