…these two places are just so familiar to me…I feel my first psychiatric hospitalization is certainly a piece of someone’s history at one of this hospital’s. I remember walking down the hall and staring at the psychiatrist who was passing by me on the other side of the hall as if he had done something to me, going to harm me. I feel as if I have walked up and down one of those halls going round and round the whole place. I thought this started for me in 1976 at the London Inn but I think it started at my father’s hospitalization.
I’ve been using steam in my apartment for the past three years…
