Rush flew over the cuckoo's nest

[CatWoman]

The new Admission comes in. Everyone at Mercy Drug Treatment stops what they're doing. The cokeheads quit their card game. The heroin-laced male prostitutes stop sleeping on the couch. And me, sitting in my easy chair, wearing flip-flops over white socks and a green gown, I turn away from the World Series.

The Admission is as big as a house and as pale as the morning clouds that used to hang over the fields on which I played, before the addictions took control. He looks at each of us. He laughs, brash, as if he knows everyone is listening.

"Well, if this ain't liberal-commie heaven. Name's McLimbaugh -- R.P. McLimbaugh. Now, who's got the drugs?"

He winks at me. I don't respond. I find it's better never to respond. That way, they let you go sooner -- so you can go outside and score more drugs. McLimbaugh laughs again, big and proud.

Nurse Hillary walks in, her face tight with makeup, her hair in a bun under a white hat. She busies herself with various things, never looking at McLimbaugh. But she speaks in a voice nearly as loud as his.

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[geniph]

1. If only someone will find a pillow at the end

to put US out of HIS misery...