Is This Place Really All That Bad?

I sometimes wonder how bad this place actually is. It is far worse then when I was down in Lockport LA. touring around with Edgar but much better then when I was up off the coast of Alaska working on a cruise ship as a deck hand/waiter. I mean, it had it's perks. I could go wherever on the ship that I wanted and could eat and drink as much as I want but, the beds are more comfortable here. There's non of the constant rocking back and forth.When I need something I just call out "guard", I've reduced my needs to nearly nothing its better that way. Sometimes the nurse who comes by is sharp and can even talk about the Iron Butterfly- In a Godda da Vida tour or who would make a good wife for the Lone Ranger. Yesterday we both decided that Amway wouldn't be a good way for her to spend her spare time. I told her about how the last time I saw an old school friend he and his wife told me about Amway and now they're divorced. That pretty much settled it in her mind I think.

There's a man that comes by now and then, he usually has a stethoscope around his neck though oddly he never uses it. We discuss all sorts of things,usually about me. I think next time he comes by I must ask him about the first time he drank so much or smoked so much he passed out.

When that guy in the two tone blue '59 Oldsmobile drives by again I think I'll wave. I think he's lonely, he should let the dog thats chasing his car ride.

I wonder what I'll discover that will change the world, maybe I've discovered it already and just don't know it yet. Maybe when I get out of here I could work on making some of those cool pills that the nurse brings by on the eve of a full moon.