Funny Farm

I had my first experience in the mental institutions in about 1995. I had just left Buff state and was in a constant state of mania. I was running hard and my mind was racing hard as well. I was in trouble and I knew it. My girlfriend at the time had just dumped me and my parents were very concerned. As my behavior was something they were not used too. You see when I had sports as a outlet I could keep things in check pretty well between workouts, games,practice,and bouncing I had plenty of outlets to keep my aggressiveness in check. But, that was all gone now,and I left Buff State in disgrace. I was angry and not sleeping much and drinking a lot. My drink of choice was wild turkey. I could drink a 1.0 liters bottle a day just to keep myself from fighting everything and anyone. Well, this combined with cannabis and what ever else I could get my hands on wasn't cutting it anymore I was on a path to self destruction, and I couldn't stop it, the train was rolling hard and out of control. My memories of this time are a bit hazy but one thing I remember is driving around driving fast dangerously smoking and thinking I could change the radio stations on my truck stereo with my mind. Eventually, after much persuading I listened to my mother and agreed to go to a state run mental facility. This was an experience that I will not forget. I remember being put into a room with a double mirror glass window for observation. All my stuff was taken my belt my shoe strings. I negotiated to keep my watch. I am very persuasive when manic. They gave me a shot and said you will be sleeping in ten minutes. I said to myself ya sure I will and started watching my watch. After ten minutes I started getting very agitated. And started banging on the window. I remember the doctor coming into the door saying you have to calm down or we will strap you down to the bed. I said please do I dare ya. I am a bit foggy but I believe it was here when I heard my dad ask how many guys do you have on this floor? The doctor said two. He said you will need more than that. They sent in my mother next to try and calm me down. I asked for some water, and she came in with the water she was crying and handed me a cup of water. I told her she needed to leave and as she did I spilled the water in front of the door. I knew they were coming to restrain me and a little puddle of water for the first guy through the door was just the advantage I needed. Well they came and to be honest with you I don't remember much about it but I know I fought hard. And as the first guy came he looked down at the water and got blasted. The next thing I remember is waking up in a bed with a light shining in through the window with snow glimmering in the light of a street light. I looked towards the door and it was open just enough for me to see an enormous shadow. I got up and stumbled to the door and was sore all over. I said who are you and where am I. It was a big black guy about 6'7 350lbs. His name was Clyde. He was a football player from Syracuse and worked at the hospital partime. But, why are you by my door I asked, he went on to explain he had been asked to stay by my door by his boss and that my uncle Frank was taking care of it as I needed a little extra care. You see I guess I put a hurtin on some of those orderlies and Clyde was there to make sure I didn't have anymore trouble during my time at this hell hole. Hence the beginning of many trips to state run facilities began for me.