Arthur is my girlfriend's brother who is a real sweet guy. Okay so he is a bit crazy, but show me a New Yorker who is not mental and I will show you someone who is not from New York. Anyway, while on the phone with my friend today, she tells me that her brother went to see his doctor and while there he mentioned that he wanted to kill himself, but that he did not know how to do it. Mind you, Arthur is a guy who walks around the grocery store dressed like a Ninja Turtle with a full face motorcycle helmet and he only owns a 10 speed bike.
Although the doctor knows that Arthur is a bit off, the doc let him leave his office then had second thoughts. This ass of a doctor called Arthur and told him to return to his office as he forgot to tell him something. The good soul that Arthur is, returned to the doctor's office only to be met by the police who asked if he was willing to leave without a fight. Arthur said sure and cooperatively left.
This poor guy was committed for 7 days at Coney Island Hospital and then at Gracie Square. Not for anything, but this guy would not hurt a cockroach nor would he hurt himself. The drugs that the doctors are giving him are fucking his head over...he should just be allowed to be his zany self without a doc and drug patrol. BTW, this guy does not use illegal drugs. GIVE 'EM HELL ARTHUR!!!
Save that shit...I will say it in person as I head for NYC this Thursday in the P.M. ~ Arachne 12/19/06 @ 1:40 a.m.
**Note: My daughter told me tonight that I am scary and mental so she is afraid to let me meet Mike's mom as Mike's mom is small and timid. Hell, I know how to be nice and will not scare the shit out of her as I can behave myself...until she gets to know me. My daughter had the nerve to call me mental...she was singing "It's My Dick in a Box" tonight...over and over...making me totally crackers that I beat the phone with a plastic bottle. Not for anything 20 minutes of her cat screaming as she cleaned its ears is enough to drive anyone postal. She is busted as I recorded her and when she heard herself singing, she sang along. She found it funny enough to spit up all over her computer screen. Now who is scary and mental? My daughter Miss Weezie that's who. She was scary enough to be removed from two Catholic grammar schools and really she is timid by my standards.
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