“I wrote this three months ago, on a night where i was extremely tired but didn’t want to go to sleep, waiting for one of my favorite television shows to come on Adult Swim. lol. I don’t know where the idea came from, but i feel like something influenced me to write this, I just cant remember what it was. Anyways, it’s all free-writing, so i apologize for any mistakes. Do enjoy.”
He came through those hospital doors dressed in nothing but a robe and slippers. They say that police found him walking naked on the side of the road. They picked him up and brought him to the precinct for questioning. He told them that he was not of this world, and that he had come here for a purpose that he could not explain. That was enough for him to label him as a lunatic and ship him off here to the nut house.
He was a handsome young fella, the women patients sure thought so. He was a white guy, in his mid thirties. They stamped him as a John Doe and stuck him with Doctor Greene. Anyone on Unit B knows that Doctor Greene is less talk, more meds. He immediately put the guy on three different meds. I know for a fact that he was Zemiaphine, and that stuff will turn any man into a zombie. John didn’t talk much, that is until he smartened up and began stuffing the pills into his mattress. I was one of the first guys that he spoke to, nobody believes me when I tell them that.
He would often tell me how he just wanted to help people. He said that we didn’t know how to treat each other or the environment that gives so much to us. I opened up to the guy, more than I did my own wife or therapist. He was the only person ive ever met that never pointed a finger at me and judged me for my flaws and shortcomings. I wish there were more people like him, the world would be a much better place.