Power walking to 80's music or watch Stuart Little?
Oh no. Not again?
We could play cards?
I had hoped we'd left here forever, but here we are. Again. The looney bin.
The legal high's are pretty radical huh?
Yeah, the government issued stuff is pretty good I must say.
Can you feel your hands?
I can't feel nothing. Like fucking nothing! Ha!
There's a guy on the front desk trying to force his own admittance, he's had a row with his girlfriend. He's begging to come in here and here's you complaining all the time. Ungrateful bitch you are!
Ha! That's funny! Trying to get in here to get away from his girlfriend? She must be fun to live with if this place is a better alternative.
How did you get admitted this time?
I told my Doctor I needed sleeping meds because my Grandma kept on grabbing my foot when I was asleep. Then she would hurl herself at me screaming and I would have to throw her on the floor. He asked me how old she was, and I told him she'd been dead forty years, so he called an ambulance.
Knowing you this is probably true.
And you? How did you get in?
Yeah, I told the girl behind the counter at Macdonalds to give me an empty coffee cup as I needed to jerk off.
And knowing you this is probably true! Surprised they put you in here and not in jail!
And yet here we are...
Well I'm going to sit here and watch the clock. Get my ice cream cup at 8pm then go to bed.
You found the least disgusting bed?
No, they gave me a pretty decent one this time actually.
Good for you. I'm in with a guy who shits himself. Deliberately.
A dirty protester hey? Nice. Don't ask him why he does it, his answer will put you in therapy. How long are we here this time?
Until we can get to Dr Jimmy.
He's in segregation?
Yes. Thorazined up to his gills. More than likely.
No conscience there then.
But he would talk in that state?
No, I doubt he will remember much.
Oh, and if a guy called Steve calls you after midnight, don't answer the phone.
Why?
Because he's a joker, he's a smoker and he's a midnight toker. But he don't mean to hurt no one..
Funny... No stopping you is there?
I love you.
Is that you or the meds talking?
That's me talking to the meds. Stuart Little?
No it triggers me.
You're very tall for your age.
Huh?
You are a fucking 9 year old trapped in a man's body!
Yeah... All plastic cutlery and no locks on the bathroom door.
Ah well, better go peel some paint off the walls.
Eat the plaster also for a touch of realism, make your illness look more convincing.
Here comes the anorexic..
Well you would never get admitted with that would you.
Fuck off...
Working with people with eating disorders must be brutal.
Yes, she hid batteries in her ponytail to make her heavier at weigh in. But she managed to pick up a full water bottle off the dispenser and throw it at the nurses when they put her in lock down.
She accused me of stealing her Guatamalan coin collection.
Did you?
I was thinking about it.
Another night in paradise.
Here comes Nurse Ratched. Open wide.
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