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To: Mr.Manners who wrote (7487)	9/13/1999 12:59:00 AM
From: Natedog	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

hang in there Kasha. Your nurse let me read your book and we both decided to up yhe med's! and you thought it was hidden. I have decided to keep a journal of my mishaps around the home. I will start where I left off last...after being sent to the mental home I met up with another supposedly "crazy" resident named "Eskimo Bob". They thought he was crazy because he tried to pick a fight with a few squirrels one night after they had bitten and clawed him up while he was feeding them nuts. "Eskimo Bob" chased squirrels around the park screaming, "I'll give you rabies you little bastards!" Apparently he proceeded to grab a squirrel by the tail and after repeatedly whacking it against a nearby tree he took a big mouthful of meaty rodent flesh. A few men tried to subdue him but he was too strong, "Eskimo Bob" threw them off of him and he swung at them with the now rigormortis stiffened squirrel. The squirrel was almost like a police officer's nightstick and as Bob doubled over one man with an amazingly powerful swing a bullet grazed his arm. Bob looked quickly over his shoulder only to find seven armed police officers pointing large handguns at him. One officer described to me how Bob suddenly twitched like a deer in headlights and seemingly changed personalities from an everyday nutcase to a paranoid schizophrenic. Bob turned quickly, his trench-coat billowing around him and ran like a wild chemically imbalanced chimpanzee. As he bolted for cover he threw his arms into the air and yelled, "God save the Queen!" That's the point when the two debilitating rounds of lead buckshot lodged in his back permanently rendering the lower half of his body useless. Now "Eskimo Bob" just rants and raves from the confinement of his electric wheelchair. Bob has even attempted to make a few escapes but as of yet they have been unsuccessful. At midnight about a two weeks ago I caught sight of the silhouette of Bob speeding past my doorway in his electric wheelchair. He had a crazy look in his eyes as his drool blew in the wind and collected in large pools behind him, he raced towards the barred window at breakneck speed. Earlier that week I had seen Bob in a corner speaking with "Scabies" and it turned out that they had been discussing a way to alter the engine of his wheelchair so he could obtain the desired speed for re-entry of the normal world. Unfortunately "Eskimo Bob" is not as smart as he used to be and his escape route was planned so that he would shoot through the inch thick iron bars that covered all the windows and fly like a beautifully burning comet through the night sky to the concrete walkway thirty feet below. When "Eskimo Bob" zipped past my door with the familiar electric humming of his chiar I knew he was in trouble. He hit the iron barred window at twenty miles an hour and a dull "thunk" echoed throughout the hallways. After that incident I never conversed with Bob because he was always running into walls and other large objects. I've got to go now because the nurse is coming by to administer my daily luke warm, creamed corn enema and if she discovers my journal it will be confiscated. I will attempt to write again as soon as possible.