I worked with someone who was an amazingly talented developer, but (with hindsight - I was fresh out of uni at the time and lacking knowledge of such things) was probably bi-polar and/or depressed; they dealt with this by picking up a pack of special brew on the way home every night.
They also had a work laptop, which one day had to be handed over to IT for repairs, as it had been "dropped" and the keyboard damaged. Fair enough - though as my manager observed, the damaged keys actually lay in the middle of the keyboard, and were in a pattern which resembled the underside of a closed fist...
Biting the hand that feeds IT
