without any footwear.Thanks lorazepam and seroquel. Its a very large portion of consciousness to lack in your memories recall...coupled with the sudden realization that i knew i had done something horrific...in all those hours i didn't recall...i musta gone off with a real bang. to be involuntarily committed. psychiatrists hung on the edge of their seats waiting for me to know what I had done. It was lost to me however and i had no idea why i was in the mental institution.
on day 3 the guy who had freebased with Ike Turner, leans into me during yet another art therapy assignment (that's a souped up word for coloring). and says "You smoke that kind bud?"
I nod my head yes. "You smoke that Kush?" I nod my head yes again, without changing my expression and without even noting it. I know why i'm there. Somebody fucking drugged me.
Around day 14 i can safely say that there is no conspiracy against me just one person. one motherfucker intentionally altered my perception of truth for 120 hrs and all the consequences associated with that were only felt by me. im okay with that i guess. im okay with getting completely fucked over and run out of a small city for something i had no control over. Even if nobody ever gets what they deserve i'm here and free and stationed safely in reality.
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