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Hush The spoiled shits in 3 East who voluntarily checked themselves in brought their own CDs and CD players. 24 hours of rap and disco. I'm sure it thrilled the geriatrics to no end. Made me wish for my death metal all the more. Me, I went around threatening to beat holy hell out of people who didn't turn that shit down. I developed a certain "reputation." People asked why I was so cranky. I said I'm in a FUCKING LOONEY BIN with a bunch of FUCKING LOONIES - what the hell do you think!?! That usually drove them away. They went and called their actor/waiter boyfriends and wailed. Pathetic. I wanted them to see the scars the size of ropes on the wrists of the people in the Other wing, the walking dead, the drooling zombies, the maimed and homeless, so these fucking prima donnas could go home to their sig others and weep silently in the cellar that their acting career is nothing but casting couch blowjobs.
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