Saturday, December 30, 2006
No knife
In1989 I was like Bob Geldof in the movie the wall. I did not know if I was asleep or awake. I was having fantasies of tying up my roommate and having sex with her. I feared I would harm her so I decided to kill myself rather then hurt her. Lucky I carved up my upper arms not my wrists. I spent 10 days in the Holiday Park mental ward. Made a jewel box and slippers in rehab. There was a girl who would pinch herself all over her body until dark bruises appeared. She assked me to keep her company outside in the smoking area. Next thing I know I am getting a BJ behind a transformer box. She ruined it for me by saying thanks uncle afterward. She had those dead eyes that only crazy people seem to have. I stayed in my room the rest of my stay in the nut house.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Holiday Park sounds kinda nice. BTW, was it Occupational Therapy or drug/alcohol rehab? Go crazy with the macaroni and felt tipped pens! Glad you ended up in 1 piece.
I admit to loving trading hospital stories. I made during OT during my first stay. I once stole some hospital jammies and robes from my stay, like from a ritzy hotel. Hell, the price per night is about the same.
Dead eyes are often caused by shit like Seroquel and thorazine. We ought to meet over a cup of coffee or tea and trade stories.
Post a Comment