Fling The Pills In Their Faces

“No worries fellas,” you drawl, clutching the paper cup of pills. The smarter orderly notices the glint in your eye, but it is too late. You fling the assortment of depressants, mood-stabilizers, and anti-psychotics right in their faces. “I don’t believe in prescription medication. I only take homeopathic remedies, bitches!” you scream.

“Aaaahhhh!” screams the one on the left.

“Dwooooo!” exclaims the smarter one on the right.

“Ha ha ha!” you cackle maniacally. Like a match to a drought ravaged forest, this brief moment of triumph against authority sets the room ablaze. Dozens of bathrobe-clad crazies begin jumping and yelling. Games of checkers are upset, tables are knocked over, and arts and crafts fly through the air providing just the distraction required to beat a hasty retreat. Unhindered, you spring into the courtyard and out through the front gates.

The sounds of an insane riot are soon drowned out by an uproarious clamor. You emerge from Shady Acres and onto a street in the middle of a parade. Colorful floats, papier mache, costumed revelers, and balloons are everywhere. Always the opportunist, you insinuate yourself in to the festivities, chalking up another sweet escape. Gratefully dancing and cavorting, thriving on the vibe of this most righteous party, you give back to the parade that saved you. The enjoyment ends with a stabbing pain in your gut. A wave of dizziness brings you to your knees.

You haven’t eaten all day, or since you can last remember. Confirming these suspicions, your stomach lets out a long growl. There’s a pizzeria across the street, but you don’t have any money. Your stomach then directs your gaze to a sign in the park (kitty-corner from the pizzeria) announcing a hot dog eating contest. There’s no time for thinking, only eating…

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