December 20, 2013
Shortly after I called Bogart’s mother, staff came in our room, took Bogart, and he came back with instructions about prep for the shock treatment. He returned and said something like this, “wot da fock! it dinnit work, it dinnit work! its goin’a ‘appen! fuck fuck bugger wot we goin’a do Constable, ‘elp me stop it!” He went on and on with a lot of words, basically repeating himself. I still don’t know if I’m spelling the accent right, but you get the idea, Invisible Journal Reading People. I tried to explain she hasn’t made the call yet. He was determined to eat after midnight and before the procedure.
So when Wednesday morning came around, and there had been no opportunity for him to eat or drink anything yet besides grape juice, they came to get him. It was a fight. We were in the common room waiting for…
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