Do I have lines on my face yet?

 How did you get here?

By cab.

No, I mean how did you get in here? Inside the farm?

By cab I told you. I flagged a taxi down and jumped in the back seat. I told the driver he had flames coming from his head and that they were his dead friends trying to communicate with him. He drove me straight here, to the door.  I was Ativanned by dart gun and told to find the least disgusting bed and get into it. They don't give a fuck. The hallucinations were epic. How did you get in here?

I fell asleep on a bench in Central Park, I was so tired of being awake after three days with no sleep I was hallucinating.  I was woken up by the police who told me they had enough people like me in the city, and I would be taken to the hospital and then flown back to where I came from as I was using up resources meant for the people who live here. I am overwhelmed by the care and attention. 

Be grateful then, bastard. And we still need to get out. I can't believe I followed you blindly with no exit plan. 

Getting out. That might be easier said than done.  Anything interesting? some of the shit going down in here is amusing in a way.

What's amusing about the disassociated? I met a girl who had been raped by her Uncle as a child, she'd had a stillborn baby, hidden it. He works here. She calls him Doctor Jimmy.

So she will never go free while Uncle needs to keep her quiet.

No, he will keep her crazy for as long as is necessary. Probably forever.

Poor woman. So her life is effectively over?

It was over the moment he threw her onto the ground and forced himself onto her, she was 12 years old.

And then a pregnancy to conceal.

She told me he took her to the family crypt, a veiled threat in my opinion, look where you're going to end up if you run your mouth. No one will look for you here.  There's no justice. She can't talk to law enforcement, he's already poisoned the well. She's mentally unstable. Not to be believed, no credibility. I'd like to visit the crypt, apparently he concealed something there. He also made a startling confession, that he was responsible for an unsolved murder but that he could blame his father? DNA doesn't work that way, unbelievably naiive for a genius. Doctor Jimmy is evil personified. We need to be careful of him.

Wow, another crazy who actually does belong in here. Does she have any family?

She does have a mother, but apparently she's off her head - and her meds. They never had any relationship. Her mother was allegedly more interested in escorting wealthy men, she fell pregnant and married one and had other kids. She's wiped her past clean. So there seems little point in tracking her down. There are siblings, but they've lost touch, no contact in twenty years or so.

The human condition.

This is far from human? What makes a person think they have the right to violate another person? What gave him the right to do that? And then have everyone believe she is just another nutjob? Where does this end?

It doesn't. But please don't get messed up with other cases, we have to focus on why we are here. Any word on the Arab?

I need to speak to the old man with the gray beard. He's delerious most of the time but does have moments of lucidity. I shook his hand, he made my blood run cold. He carries a tiny copy of the Quran. I'm going to follow him around and try and get him to talk. Got to be careful of him though, his body count is unprecedented. Even though he never actually pulled one single trigger personally. 

Oh, the Alchemy of the unquiet mind.

You can't pathologise every behaviour and emotion. No one is text book. The only thing text book are the meds. One size fits all, keeps us all quiet and compliant. 

No, you're right. 

Riots are holy, don't fuck around with explanations.

Anyhow, time to drink too much coffee and start eating the plaster off the walls.

What's wrong with eating pebbles? Or shit?

Did you know that a surge of happiness is diagnosed as a manic episode in here?

I'm waiting. For my surge of happiness.  But if you smile at a Doctor Jimmy, it only brings you more medication, feeling's are prohibited.

It's easy to stop being human, just become a bunch of diagnoses with a body attached.

A body attached to shuffling slippers. That sound alone is enough to drive anyone crazy.

The overpowering desire for death is tangible.

I am beginning to understand crazy. 

Alone now in the dimly lit hospital tunnel, the struggle with the confusion brought on by the medication as she grappled with the side effects, the dark thoughts intruding into her mind - the deathwish that seemed to offer the only escape from her pain. But just as she reached for the pills she had sequestred inside her brassiere, Dr Jimmy approached her with a reptilian smile and a condescending word, reminding her that there is always hope and help available. And in that moment, the powerlessness she once felt as that 12 year old innocent girl engulfed her once again as the Doctor lifted her thin cotton gown and forced himself inside her. Ssh. No point in screaming, no one can hear you. No one will believe you. I am superior. You are nothing. Unwanted, unloved, one of the discarded. You deserve this, oh yes, you deserve everything bad that ever happened to you. Because you are dirt.

But you said you loved me?

Oh, did I? I'm sorry! No one could ever love you. Dirtbag.