Mad in America
MAY 3, 2024
I t was May 21 st , 2019, when I woke up in a strange hotel-like room drenched in sweat, fully clothed with a winter jacket on and feeling absolutely terrible. Next to me on the nightstand were six plates of food wrapped in cellophane and above me stood a massive, muscular Nigerian man named Henry who explained to me that I was at a drug rehab in Thailand and that I had slept for 48 hours.
Mad in America
MAY 3, 2024
triggers are slashing my mind I process the memories of one strange summer ; Where was I ? How long did I wander ? I walked a lot nowhere and everywhere, until I collapsed What was I looking for ? I found nothing but I was found lying no longer down to earth; to the ER it is – and then they gave me meds to shut up, to shut down my wonder and my wander. then later on, in the ambulance a police squad escorts me, hands tied and barely alive, thinking I’m dead, off to the psych ward, they said
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