Ten things I learned the hard way:

Yeah, DEFINITELY don’t bring your weed when you turn yourself in to the police.

Plays Well With Words

Last week I enjoyed some time in a mental institution. I know, I know, anyone who reads this blog could have told me I was crazy, but I guess I needed professional confirmation. Anyway, here’s a few lessons I’ve learned the hard way:

1. Don’t bring your weed when you turn yourself in to the police.

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2. Wearing a “I want to die, ask me why” shirt to the loony bin won’t score you any sanity points.

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3. Being desperate for alone time can make even a trip to the psych ward calming.

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4. The ability to go outside when you want to is a luxury not to be taken for granted.

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5. Spending hours on end with a small group of like-minded individuals is wonderful for forming great friendships.

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6. Some non-profits have to use tarps and duct tape as a pillow (no wonder we all were nuts).

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