Inside the eating area of the El Paso Psychiatric Hospital the other inpatients waited, sedated on their medication. Depakote. Seroquel. Lithium. Abnormally numb in lieu of my own dope, I stood in
line for my breakfast. Toast and scrambled eggs. Milk. Orange Juice. One of the
inpatients, a thin man in his early twenties, twitching, caught my eye. His name was
Javier. He had been here for three months.
"Do you watch
porn?"
"Sometimes."
"You jack
off?"
"Sometimes."
"You ever jack
other people off?"
"Uh, no."
"What if I pay
you?"
I walked away to the recreation area. Judge Judy
was playing.
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