Originally posted on Random Thoughts of a Money Muse:
1974: Coney Island Hospital, Brooklyn New York. 1AM.
“Your father wants to see you, he’s really hurting,” the man in the white coat said.
“He’s not my father. He tried to kill me tonight.”
“Now, there’s no reason to be ashamed, he has a problem.”
“Yes, he’s an addict who has bad aim with big kitchen knives.” Bob just missed my sleeping face and there was a pillow at home with a chef’s knife still sticking out of it to prove it. I craved to stick it in a doctor that night.
“Your mother even says you’re the son.”
“My mother is nuts, too.”
I never witnessed anyone in real life in a straitjacket before. I didn’t believe there were such things as real padded rooms either, except for what I saw on on Looney Tunes cartoons. I loved what happened on my tiny black and white TV screen because it…
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