texts: That... huh... they just shoot you with drugs. </s> <s> You come in and they say, right away, that you are crazy.  And they start putting things in your arm... you know.  How do they expect you to get uncrazy if you're asleep all the time? </s> <s> Yeah...
labels: You can't talk or do anything.  You really feel... you know... I'm just sort of coming out of it now.