Well, I am out of Regional West and am now in a long-term care FACILITY. The pamphlet uses the word FACILITY like a hundred times.

Those all caps aren’t actually in the pamphlet. The place is called Golden Brook, a pristine, rural FACILITY, one half of which is dedicated to rehab. where people who take incorrect, untaxed drugs are fed correct, taxed drugs that benefit corporations and the government. The other half is for people who are just plain nuts, like me. Of course, we too get our diet of corporate drugs.

The pseudo-science of psychology is really great drug marketing. I am impressed. Humbled, even. Not to mention stoned.

By the way, there is no brook here, golden or otherwise. I have a lot more freedom. Regional West, it turns out, is a temporary place. No one stays there much more than a month, unless they are Disturbed–in which case they are locked behind steel beige doors. Here, you can wander around outside. The internet is still heavily filtered, but you have pretty much unlimited access to it, except at night. There is a croquet field, which at the moment is covered in snow.

It’s a really beautiful setting, actually. About a dozen miles outside of town, down a long, lonely, winding road, in a little valley between two mountains. There’s forest and snow. Today is perfect: 30 degrees, with light snow falling.

Winter is so beautiful. God. Once I get out of here I’m totally moving to Alaska.

Speaking of totally, I totally think I could get all mentally healthy and shit here, especially with all these corporate drugs.

Fuckin’ A.