I second that. About as mentally sick as it gets. Any sicker, and you're sitting on the corner of an urban street, no shirt, no shoes, just a pair of red sweat pants, babbling to yourself and to imaginary beings only you can see. They only stay alive is because of the asst. manager at the Dominoes Pizza at the corner comes out with a box and large orange drink.
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