Sent a letter a day to M, mostly documenting the experience without scaring her too much. She had her own stuff to deal with.
I spent a week with the spawn of satan.
He tried to be my best buddy.
He was semi-illiterate and I ended up being his letter writing bitch.
For some reason, I was the only one he trusted.
I managed to escape the situation without owing him anything, but him wanting to do me favors that I refused. So if I do need ANYTHING taken care of, it will simply be done.
And I was assigned "OG" status. Quite a compliment.

at Alice's restaurant

Yeah, I was humming it all the time. No on knew it in there.

As far as the list that he was aghast at in the song, well, I gotta tell you, I'd have been much safer on the group W bench. It was too dangerous for them to turn the lights off at night.

In my case, I had to loudly threaten down a few killers. It's amazing what happens to people's attitude when they realize it only takes 8 pounds of pressure to make them a cripple for their short remaining pain filled life. And it's really tough to feed yourself with broken elbows.

I do "crazy" really well (obviously). But now I really know what crazy is. I'm merely socially maladjusted and emotionally disturbed.

While the news article was way overblown, when I was on TV (shown many times) it earned me a bunch of brownie points. They'd chant my name as I walked down the hall and come up to meet me in the exercise ground.

On the other hand, I made a couple of friends. Which I will NEVER contact. Well, maybe.