I went to bed feeling like I'd been touched by an angel. Was this the start of real relationship? Was I changing? Was my life changing? Or was this just more chemically induced nonsense, tricking me into thinking I wasn't Johnny Bobo?
The next day she left the unit. She flipped out before breakfast,screaming, throwing plastic cups, and bottles of sugar free Ginger Ale. The staff formed a safety circle around her. They got all quiet and slowly repeated her name over and over, like some kind of cult ritual. They moved as one, ushered her through the magnetically locking doors, to somewhere else, a place where most of the residents weren't trying to catch a free vacation. Level eight, or something like that.
"Rachel, Rachel, Rachel," they kept saying.
I could hear her crying pretty bad from inside that circle, like a little girl who found out her parents had just died. She sounded so defeated.
After that it was back to the routine.
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THE DOG HUNTERS (completed)
General FictionA suicidal homeless weirdo has adventures. He runs into a duo of dog lovers, who spend their days traveling around the city observing and honoring dogs. Wisdom cannot be run away from. He escapes paradise and falls in love with a strange lady who m...
