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Sunday morning and all is HELL - I should have been dead. I spent 3 weeks in that room. I was sleeping almost all the time because everytime I woke up, there was an X-ray or blood pressure reading to be made on me. My own Doctor Lee, who I hate for age 17 rectal exam (illegal) sent his office staff to get very expensive testing done on me. I was in delusion upon delusion by this shit. I kept looking out of the window to a perfect city of lights that was not Bpt., CT. Where the fuck am I? No one is talking. I got very rambunxious when my parents, brother, Scoutmaster and a friend arrived - Tom. Thank God, he's the guitarist in Plaid that made 1/5th of us truley great. Just think, 16 months back we were aired on national radio. Thanks Tom, you showed it for me, that's when you need 'em. It had been 9 long months of silence in my head - I lost track of time this time. One flutter inside, my parents came to take me out for the day! Signs of Life...signs of out of the mental floor and testing! One good thing, I didn't dip and my chemistry changed to bliss. That dip was one thing I was really trying to stop, to this day I turn it down - in the head. Flashes of Heloport...the grey sky HELL.
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