I Have a Picture of You and

/or Sean creeping up my stairs with a police office carrying a Baker Act. I used to work in an emergency psychiatric unit and detox in Key West Florida. Oooo there's a book.

But the freaking anonymoty damn I don't get to graduate.

I wrote a poem about Betty who was "pleasantly confused" like your mother.' It's an actual conversation I overheard with a Dr. and a patient; I made up the stuff about the walls.
It's called

 "Orientation"
Where are you?
Here.
When is is?
Now.
Sunlight slashes the
glass-framed
diplomas
on his wall.

There are scary and heartbreaking tales...I'd need a publishing house with a good law firm I suppose.

It's the end of the road. People go to 2 places to suicide: CA and FL. Statistically (I'll look it up--maybe it is just an urban myth.) that could be even better...mythbuster) nope see, I was wrong. CA and FL are in the middle. Northwest seems to be the highest.
maybe they come here to suicide and change their minds

maybe the dumb helpless people come here and fail at the attempt like they've failed at everything else in life then just get stuck. I can has found the enema and she is me.

Let's convince Nancy that "enemy" is pronounced "enema" What other words can we teach her wrong?EG

Now, I include myself in dumb helpless people, of course. It has nothing to do with IQ. Its a talent for living and I haven't got it. Just so you don't think I'm being mean to bring up Nancy and dumb in the same paragraph.

[I'd have to go back later and see where it need filling in and scooping out ]