I called 911, spent the night in protective custody in jail, then was shuffled off to the Veterans Administration hospital for my sixth stay in the psych ward. I gave as good as I got, and was released this time after just one week under scrutiny. Perhaps the shrinks' patience is wearing thin. Sample interactions:
me Hey doc, I have a confession to make!
doc eh?
me I am a master baiter.
doc groan
me, clapping tune of "My ding a ling" by Chuck Berry
them - eh ?
me - clapping louder - my ding a ling has clap!
them - groan
me : clapping any tune on my hands
them : eh?
me - My hands got clap!
them - groan
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held in reserve and not used
me - hey doc, My mind is dis eased!
them ?
me - Dis is too easy!
Call me a paranoid schizophrenic? decode that : par a no id suck his - oaf re in I see...
Well - that's just par hexadecimal 10 under for THIS mini golf course, with me as an anonymous player. In regards to my character, you can see that I admit to being an oaf...
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I had a 30 second spot interaction with an inspecting VA bigwig visiting the ward - corralled him as he was about to go into the exit hallway - went something like this:
me : Thinking of Buying?
him : what do you think of this ward's performance?
me they're coping which is well...
him eh?
me when you're in deep doodoo, it helps to have a high coping.
him : aren't copings something on a roof?
me : they hang from the Eve's
him : groan -walks onwards - think he got that one straight and true, atypical for a bureaucrat.
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Well, that's the way it was 13-20 May 2011 at the VA hospital...
Lonnie Courtney Clay