Crazy Daycare II

I’m done. They let me loose. Graduated Stigma cum Loud. Now I have to DO SOMETHING. Get work, or apply for financial assistance, or start a counterfeit operation. Gotta find a hobby. Gotta leave the… Read More →

Crazy Daycare

I was sent to a place that exists somewhere between the psych ward and the Outside World. Norms call it “Day Hospital”. They have snacks and basket weaving. There’s individual therapy, group therapy,… Read More →