Okay Doc I'll play along, I'm soooo depressed because 28 years okay almost to the date, The DMH in Boston Massachutts held me captive in Bostons Metropolitan State Hospital......Oh woe is me, what is a poor soul such as I too do, knowing, I was exposed to a world of severly insain people before my sweet sixteen birthday......I try not let it get to me, I keep the memories on the edge of my mind, and try not to write about them, because I do get depressed......I almost whacked myself last winter, and knew from then on, I couldn't keep thinking about something that happened those years ago.....Right after I was sent into Northamoton State Hospital, I was in with old people, I feel I'm suffering from Granny Disoder.......Because my knees hurt doc, and so does my back, it's this damn midwestern pillbox house, it's running me into the grond, and doc, I don't want to die......This house is the only Asylum who could hold me, it's 96 years old doc, and John Dillinger use to Drink out front.....Which is now just a empty peace of property, but once was a boot leg poolhall......Indiana is nice, flat, less filling wellwater taste great, at least for now safe from the war......Not unless someone wants to blow up cows, do you think doc, that anyone would wan to blow up cows........That would make one hell of a steak dinner, don't you think doc, whats up doc....