I WOKE UP THIS MORNING ON MY KITCHEN FLOOR, (WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO LAST NIGHT?) PRODDED AWAKE BY THESE GUYS:
WHO ESCORTED ME BACK TO THE HOSPITAL WITH THESE ORDERLIES:
HE KEPT CALLING ME BRUTHA, FOR SOME REASON.
AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS GUY. HE SEEMS LIKE HE COULD JUST STAB YOU RIGHT IN THE BACK AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT.
AND THEY BROUGHT ME BACK TO DR. SHEPPARD, WHO PUT ME IN THE PYSCH WARD, WHERE I STILL CAN'T FEEL MY GODDAMN LEGS, AND I AM NOW STRAPPED DOWN TO MY BED LIKE THIS:
THEY ALSO HAVE DEMENTORS GUARDS STANDING OUTSIDE MY ROOM. SO I GUESS I'LL BE STAYING HERE AWHILE. THEY...DID NOT REACT WELL WHEN I TOLD THEM I GOT HIGH WHILE STILL ON PAIN MEDICATIONS. THEY SEEM TO THINK I'M SEVERELY DEPRESSED AND HAVE SOME SERIOUS ANXIETY ISSUES. I DON'T KNOW WHY THEY WOULD THINK THIS. I'M PERFECTLY MENTALLY STABLE.
I'M SORRY MAGGIE, HARRY, ANDY, AVA. EVERYONE.