Bushman
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I had a breakdown in December and my college sent me to the nuthouse. I spent the entirety of holiday season(Christmas, Kwanzaa, New Years)in the asylum.
The staff placed a bunch of restrictions and shit on the patients n shit. We couldn’t have any cordlike or beltlike object as a suicide prevention measure. The nurses would check our rooms like every 15 minutes, and would enter the shower/bathroom if you spent more than 10 minutes in there.
My first roommate:
The first guy I shared with was a tall, late 20s baldcel with a ginger beard. He wore a hat and sunglasses all the time inside. He had decent eye area, but bright lights incited him for some reason. He was easily perturbed and seemed like a loner. We didn’t really interact each other too much, but that’s why he liked rooming with me. They eventually made him move to another room down the hall when another patient came in.
He then went on a shower strike, and walked around unbathed and covered in a blanket in about a week until they moved him back to my room. He did not say goodbye when he was discharged.
Second Roommate:
My second roommate was this kinda old, Italian pothead. He was funny as fuck, but was there only around three days.
A potential employer called him about a job offer. He responded, “yeah, I’ll be at work tomorrow. Just chilling at my sister’s house”
He then hung up the phone and told me, “don’t tell nobody you’re at the nuthouse. They’ll think your crazy”
He was gone the next day.
Third Roommate:
After the other guy left, they moved an older guy into my room. He had been on the ward unit for about 2 months prior. He was cool as hell, and I’m still in contact with him.
He was hella knowledgeable about arcane ancient stuff like Gnosticism. He blackpilled me on “aliens”, too. “Aliens” are just fallen angels and abductions are just attempts to create more nephilim. He was also Antarcticapilled. There is a big no-fly zone centered at the South Pole. In the zone is a giant portal/hole that leads to Hell. The Shadow government keeps Antarctica cold to obfuscate the erupting hellfire
He also enjoyed talking about ancient/medieval history with me.
The Wigger of Houston:
this guy was only at our ward unit for around a weekend. He accidentally got sent there, and he should have been in the hospital unit for more severe cases as he had early onset Alzheimer’s.
He took a liking to me pretty quickly. He said he was raised in Houston projects and liked chilling with blacks instead of whites because of his upbringing
He taught me onKabbalah and Jewish numerology. After his lecture on gematria, we talked about the Thirty Years war.
He was kinda volatile though, and would scream at the nurses and called them bitches.
He had strong jaw and zygos, and an even stronger taste for BBWs. His PAWG wife picked him up from the ward at the end of the weekend.
The staff placed a bunch of restrictions and shit on the patients n shit. We couldn’t have any cordlike or beltlike object as a suicide prevention measure. The nurses would check our rooms like every 15 minutes, and would enter the shower/bathroom if you spent more than 10 minutes in there.
My first roommate:
The first guy I shared with was a tall, late 20s baldcel with a ginger beard. He wore a hat and sunglasses all the time inside. He had decent eye area, but bright lights incited him for some reason. He was easily perturbed and seemed like a loner. We didn’t really interact each other too much, but that’s why he liked rooming with me. They eventually made him move to another room down the hall when another patient came in.
He then went on a shower strike, and walked around unbathed and covered in a blanket in about a week until they moved him back to my room. He did not say goodbye when he was discharged.
Second Roommate:
My second roommate was this kinda old, Italian pothead. He was funny as fuck, but was there only around three days.
A potential employer called him about a job offer. He responded, “yeah, I’ll be at work tomorrow. Just chilling at my sister’s house”
He then hung up the phone and told me, “don’t tell nobody you’re at the nuthouse. They’ll think your crazy”
He was gone the next day.
Third Roommate:
After the other guy left, they moved an older guy into my room. He had been on the ward unit for about 2 months prior. He was cool as hell, and I’m still in contact with him.
He was hella knowledgeable about arcane ancient stuff like Gnosticism. He blackpilled me on “aliens”, too. “Aliens” are just fallen angels and abductions are just attempts to create more nephilim. He was also Antarcticapilled. There is a big no-fly zone centered at the South Pole. In the zone is a giant portal/hole that leads to Hell. The Shadow government keeps Antarctica cold to obfuscate the erupting hellfire
He also enjoyed talking about ancient/medieval history with me.
The Wigger of Houston:
this guy was only at our ward unit for around a weekend. He accidentally got sent there, and he should have been in the hospital unit for more severe cases as he had early onset Alzheimer’s.
He took a liking to me pretty quickly. He said he was raised in Houston projects and liked chilling with blacks instead of whites because of his upbringing
He taught me onKabbalah and Jewish numerology. After his lecture on gematria, we talked about the Thirty Years war.
He was kinda volatile though, and would scream at the nurses and called them bitches.
He had strong jaw and zygos, and an even stronger taste for BBWs. His PAWG wife picked him up from the ward at the end of the weekend.
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