this is the worst place i've ever been. it is at least eye-opening. you go to the ER, you get admitted, you strip naked so they can document scars and tattoos, they take your shoes and belt, and you can still believe you're like everyone outside, but sad. but you wake up the next morning and you're in a room with adolf hitler and king tut. you realize the diagnosis means you are sick in the head, just like they are. different disease, same category.
adolf is recruiting a mexican army to take over the world before china and russia do. the good news? starting pay is $1000/week.
the social worker comes in. i'll get her name again later. she comes to the door and asks for a name. 'adolf' he says. last name? 'hitler' he says. she doesn't even flinch.she just asks if there's another name he goes by. amazing. she's pleasant and friendly without being patronizing. it's either natural or she's honed it over years. i actually like her.
by the way, mama cass is not dead. i have found her. she's older, obviously. and she is not well. she does, however, still sing beautifully, provided it's a hymn or christmas carol.
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