PAUSE

As he pulls up to the institution he feels sort of let down. He hoped he'd see something like crazy/insane people walking around the building yelling things to themselves while crack dealers waited at the corner for an addict to visit them with some sort of "advance." But all he sees is this hotel with words across that look ever so inviting. It almost feels like he left his apartment only to live around rich fucks who'd look at him like he's the piece of shit that he really is.

He almost feels the direct need to turn around and find a drug dealer so that he'd end up in jail. It would add some sort of excitement to his life if he was caught. But he thought about it for a second and parked. What kind of insane person drives themselves to a mental institution? He does. He's not insane. He's bored.

As he walks inside, he looks at the receptionist who is this fair brunette woman who looks like she's had about enough with the world outside of the glass doors in front of her. He smiles at her and tells her his name and she nods and leads him to a door behind her desk. He gives a small bow and heads through the door where he is met with shrieks and screams. He can hear loud crying and he can hear someone pounding against walls as hard as they possibly can with closed fists and no possible feeling left in their body. As soon as all of these sounds envelop his veins he immediately turns for the door but the door is locked. A tall man with deep muscles and broad shoulders grabs him as quickly as he can yell, "i dont belong here!!!!!!!!!!! this is all a fucking joke!!!" But he is clearly insane. He has clearly lost his mind. What do you know? What have you gotten yourself into?

They search him while he is being held down on a metal bed that smells of urine and small hints of throw up. He's screaming as loud as he can. He is fitting in perfectly now...and at the sound of a faint voice whispering, "one...two...three..." he is out.