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The experience was unforgettable. The things I saw that night simply blew me away. I remember it like it was yesterday. It began witha phone call to the man in the white coat. He looked through the pages and found the name of my disease. It was rare and it seemed I was in for the long haul. I wanted only one thing, crisp and clean; but that one thing would be the end of me were I to partake in its function. So I suffered through the long way around. What was most disturbing was the visual aides I received.
Friendly they were not. They specialized in mochery and demeaning speech. Some were children dressed in white. Other's were wearing all blue or black and all outside were wearing cowboy hats. Some were cards slipping through the cracks in the walls dressed as Jacks thin and tall. Other's were only heard by way of footsteps up the stairs and in the hall. And there I was taking it all in with sweat pooring down my face, teeth grinding and wishing it would all be over. Hours turned to minutes as the night lasted seemed to take forever. I remember looking out the window and seeing a spector or ghost or something placing leaflets on the cars below. I wanted to go down and see what was printed on them, but I could not bring myself to it. I was horrified by the visualness of the everything and the music was blaring so loud I could not hear the sorrowful and hellish words being said about me. It was better that way. That night I wanted to die. LLc 98.2