It has become obvious that his ex must be playing 'Hide the sausage' with his lawyer, his ex-lawyer rather. I wonder if it is possible to fire your lawyer while you are in a mental home? It didn't matter; all that mattered at the moment was that he would be stuck here for at least the weekend. The good doctor couldn't assess him until Monday.
The other thing that pissed him off was the fact that he was promised that he would not have to interact with the rest of the 'guests' until after his assessment, that promise wasn't worth a hill of beans, obviously, because the real power in the facility lay with the attendants and they decided that he should mingle with the rest of inmates in the common room.
There were about 25 of them playing cards and chess, rocking, dribbling, moaning and screaming. Father always said that we should play the cards that were dealt but it looked like Aces and Eights was the hand he held today.
"Hi my name is Winston Churchill" came out of the mouth of the short, bald, rotund, man standing in front and below him.
Oh Shit! I'm in Oz .
"How are you doing Winn? I thought you were dead." He figured it was best if he played along, given where he was.
"Shhh, don't talk so loud", Winn said; "It's a secret, I'm in hiding, I'm waiting until the next great world conflict to happen, then I'll come out of retirement and lead my people to victory again."
“It's hardly a secret if your going around telling everyone that your him." Victor said.
"What these people? Most of them are nuts and the rest are so out of it they don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. That's why I don't swallow the drugs. Don't swallow the drugs, pretend that you do, then take them out and hide them, but be careful because those Nazi Guards are watching you all the time.” Winston whispered from behind his hand.
"Your hiding your drugs somewhere," Victor asked; "because I don't think that they will be giving me any just yet and the way I feel right now, I think I could use some."
"What's your name?" asked Winston; " I'm not about to give my drugs to a perfect stranger."
Victor had to think for a minute until he answered "My name is prot. I'm from the planet K-Pax."
"Your an Alien!" Winn shouted. He apologized for blurting it out, then asked in a whisper, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm hiding from the CIA," Victor said from behind his hand. "They want to make me tell them about my Planet and the secrets of space travel. I think they want to do an ass probe on Prod to discover my shit."
"Be careful we are about to infiltrated by the enemy!" warned Winston. "Hi my name is Mata Hari" said this gorgeous, exotic looking, woman approaching him with an outstretched hand.
Whoever this woman is, crazy or not, she was absolutely stunning. She was tall and lean with black, blunt cut, hair, cappuccino skin, ruby lips and fingertips. She moved like some green-eyed jungle cat ready to pounce and sink her pearl whites into her prey and Victor prayed he was the one.
"Vat ees your name?" she purred.
"He's an Alien!" blurted Winston. "He's hiding out from the CIA"
"Thanks for keeping that a secret" Victor chided; "I sure hope she can be trusted." He said looking at Mata Hari who was staring back at him like he was the last Bratwurst at Oktoberfest. Mata then wrapped her long arms around his waist and purred again; "You can troost Mata, She vil keep your secret."
Bogey's great line from "The big sleep" came to Victor's mind when Mata pressed herself against him." I was standing in the hall having a cigarette when she tried to sit in my lap." I hope she takes me back to her room and trys to pump me for information. He looked over at Winston, but Winston looked like a man who had already given up all his secrets and wished he had more to offer.
Mata suddenly stiffened and dug her long red nails into his shoulder. "ACH hear come that swinehund. You must protect Mata from heem. You must tell heem to leave her alone."
"Hi, My name is Jim Morrison."
"He is a swinehund" snarled Mata. He says that he ees the Leezard Keeng and that he can breathe through hees eyes. He is always trying to get Mata alone with him and asking her to sit on his face. He is always fleeking his ugly long tongue at her. Tell heem to go away.”
Well things are getting very interesting. Maybe he will not have such a bad time after all. He'll just take his father's advice and play the hand that's dealt.
Sex, drugs and Rock & Roll makes for one hell of a weekend.
