A GIFT



TODAY I WENT TO THE PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL IN SWEDEN WHERE I REGULARLY GO FOR MY CHECKUPS.
YOU SHOULD SEE THE BUILDING -IT IS A HUGE ARKHAM ASYLUM-ESQUE FORT STATIONED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS IN THE OUTSKIRTS OF STOCKHOLM, SECURITY IS TIGHT: I HAVE TO PASS TEN DIFFERENT CONTROLS ON MY WAY IN AND OUT OF THERE, AND NO CELLPHONES OR SCRAP METAL IS ALLOWED INSIDE.
TODAY, HOWEVER, A WOMAN HAD BEEN ABLE TO SMUGGLE INSIDE A PIECE OF RAIL USED FOR TOY MODEL TRAINS.
SHE WALKED AROUND ON THE WARD STABBING INMATES AND PERSONNEL WITH IT, NOT EVEN CLOSE TO HURTING ANYONE, NONETHELESS DEMANDING SOMEONE TO CALL A CAB FOR HER.
SHE SPOTTED ME, WALKED UP AND ASKED "ARE YOU INMATE OR PERSONNEL?"
AND I WAS LIKE "DUDE, CHILL, I'M A PATIENT HERE MYSELF."
-"WELL THEN THIS IS A GIFT FOR YOU. YOU'LL NEED IT."
SHE HANDED ME THIS PIECE OF RAIL AND RIGHT BEFORE THE DOCTORS MANAGED TO WRESTLE HER DOWN AND CARRY HER AWAY I SWEAR TO GOD THAT SHE STARED ME STRAIGHT IN THE EYES AND SAID, BANE-STYLE;
"THE FIRE IS RISING!"




LEST WE FORGET! DEMENTED!