Thursday, December 11, 2014

mental instability

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?"
"You jack off?"
"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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