Still I remember a moonlit night about 40 years ago in which, lost in a faraway town, I stopped in a police station and, catching sight of two officers on duty, I asked for a ride back to the local madhouse.
"Do you want to take him?" one cop asked the other.
"No, I don't want to take him," the other officer said. "Do you want to take him?"
"Oh, all right. I'll take him," the first cop said.
And, so, reluctantly, he gave me a ride to the hospital where, not knowing that I'd been gone, they debated for a while and then took me in.
Finding a bed for myself, I laid my head back and rested for a spell. I was not yet 15 years old and still finding my way in the world. And it was just another one of those days...
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