… The Cuckoo’s Nest
… and landed at my house. Today Don’s delusions include seeing 30 people in the living room.
Don: I need the address of my house so I can go home. There’s too many people in here.
Kristy: You don’t even know your own address, yet you think you should go home? By yourself? Does that make sense?
He grabs up a magazine off the coffee table, after pushing the imaginary 30 people aside, flashes it in front of me and says:
Don: The address is on the front of this magazine.
He starts ripping off the address label from the magazine.
Kristy: Well, then, you will either be hunting down a PO Box or you are ending up right back on this house’s front doorstep. Good luck.
I don’t know, maybe he thought he could call for a ride and was going to hand the driver the torn off label. He could have called if he still had a phone. Why does he not have a cell phone? You gotta read my book for that story.
Note to Self: Good thing there’s a locked gate between Don and the front door.
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