Madnesses Again

Head Nurse woke us at six am for our meds. We stood in line for them to dope us up again and then waited for breakfast while others, groggy and edgy, yelled for their packs of smokes. We’d soon chow, then share cigs, the communal currency of the madhouse. Some tried to socialize, but when you’re crazy, it’s rough – you never know what to expect from others. Anything from comatose to violent to dazed from the EST, you just never knew.