The True Story of A Schizophrenic

I was in the Emergency Room for several hours before a constable came to get me.  He had taken me across the street from the hospital that was a lock - up unit.  It was made of cement blocks, metal doors with two bunks in each room.  I felt as if I would be safe there because I thought it was a lock - up unit for F.B.I. agents.

The next night I started having hallucinations that there was a shoot - out at the lock - up unit where I was at, so I huddled up under my bunk in a dark corner where there was not any light shining and so no one could see me.  I remained up under the bunk on the cold cement floor until the next morning.