Chapter Eighteen
My Friendship with Elizabeth
I don’t remember much of what happened that night. Early the next morning I was sitting on the curb in Vista, stewing in my own thoughts and unresponsive. Apparently, a policeman who tried to get me off the street corner was concerned for my mental health and dropped me off at a psychiatric hospital, my second visit in the last few months. I was given some drugs to sleep. This time I wasn’t released the next day. I was placed in a large room with several other mental patients. There was one TV mounted on the wall, but it was controlled by an aggressive older woman who insisted on watching the Home Shopping Network all day long. Every fifteen minutes a nurse would come in and count the patients in the room and then leave. Several of the patien
