This person came up to me and asked If I had something to do with his headache. Well, I said, is not something that I can really tell, but If you think so, It might be it. This really silent person kept staring at me and I was really having one of those bad days. I just saw on the TV that the world was soon going to end and I decided to take my "lack of patience" to any extent if I felt so.
I stretched my arm straight, moved that person out of my way and kept on walking through the corridor of the hospital. "What a day" i thought... I just woke up with the wrong mood and It was perfectly ok with me unless someone really bothered me. I wanted to spend time alone in a quiet place so I went to play golf. I got off the car, walked to my locker, took my driver and the irons and started walking. I hit the ball and did great, so I felt my day was about to change! but the second time i swing the driver, i took a bunch of grass from the ground and the ball didnt go anywhere. I was just so pissed that I left the golf court and hit the windshield of someone else's car with one of my irons and kept on walking... but as the alarm of the car was making this annoying noise i felt rage.
I was driving and suddenly when the yellow light was about to turn red, the most slow old lady decided to cross the street at the amazing speed of
I started speeding in the highway to get home, and within 2 minutes I saw a police car following me.... WHAT A DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT A SHITTY DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! i was screaming inside the car while i decided to f***** escape. I just pressed the clutch, start changing the shifts and acceeeeeeeleraaaaaaaaaaaateeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
It was like a movie, I was having fun I must admit but then I got busted. Whatever.... the world was going to end soon right? I got so lucky tho because the police officer had a son with schizophrenia and I told him that I just had a bad day and maybe I could treat his son if he just let me go. And he agreed considering that I have a doctorate in this disease, and I could help him out better that anyone else. Its because my passion in life is psychology, and because the specific thing ive dedicated so many years studying is schizophrenia, that I decided to give him a hand. Also because I was diagnosed schizophrenic when I was 11. Since then, I know exactly how to understand people with this fabulous crazy type. But it depends, I hope he doesnt turn into a headache for me.
No jail, and no headaches.
lucky day!
