Dispatches from the mental health center

Dispatches from the mental health center...

 

(Fragments from Koon Woon’s existence):

 

 

 

 

The first time

“You are nothing!”

Keeping souls in a ledger

Conard

Genius at the Triple L

You can always TRY

Helping nephew play chess

The Car Man

Clean Start

Juneau House

Under the weather in Aberdeen

Morrison Tales

Times with E, S, and V

MDR, minimum daily requirements

Director of the NSA

Napa revisited

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THE FIRST TIME

Sewers spieled steam in our most gentle city of San Francisco. Sometimes I had a bed to sleep on, like at the Chinatown YMCA, and sometimes I slept without a bed or companion. Fog and rain assailed me, but I am as thick as the NY City Directory. Family correctly diagnosed me as incorrigible and left me at the foot of the dumpster.

 

It is here at the Stockton Hotel at the intersection of Stockton and Vallejo that I breathed the vehicle exhaust from my third-floor window propped open by a can of pork and beans. My furniture adhered to the minimalist cot, zinc bucket and wash basin. The shower room had no windows and was lit by a weak incandescent lamp. You need to bring your own toilet paper to the shared latrine.

 

Then you wrote, “They confiscated his deck of cards, jailed him and disallowed all communications with his pregnant wife.” They also said to him, “Women and children are building socialism, and you are so idle you have time to gamble? Just as you have no empathy with the poker loser, we have no leniency with you.”

 

The Port Master of New Amsterdam embezzled a million dollars from the port but was not imprisoned for the crime.  

 

But democracy has triumphed. Black ops keep it lively – a debate between Margaret Atwood and Billy the hillbilly.