How quickly you get institutionalized. A two-week stay and I was ready to move in. Ready to be a thirty-year vet with my ass hanging out of a hospital gown doing the Thorazine shuffle, yelling about how the pudding on Tuesdays has arsenic in it because the Libyans are trying to kill me. Fuck that. I got out and went back to the real insane asylum—Oakland Public Schools.
