It was two in the morning, I was a little fucked up, and I was trying to ride my bike like a badass. I was carrying a box of shoes. I knew when I got on the bike it was a bad idea, but I was just like, fuck it. I was flying really fast and the box got caught in the tire, which made me skid. I flew into McGuiness and this fucking cab almost hit me. My wrist was obviously broken because it looked like a Z. So a friend and I went to Woodhull the next day to get it checked out and they didn't let me out for 16 hours.
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Well, I went in thinking it was just for my wrist but then the doctor started asking me all these personal questions. I was feeling like a victim that day. I mean, I'm a really honest person and I have a big fucking mouth. I don't think before I speak, especially in that situation where you think you're telling someone you trust. The doctor starts asking me if I'm depressed and stuff. I was like yeah, I'm kind of depressed. He asked if I felt suicidal and I said no. But then he asked if I felt that way in the past and I was like yeah, when I was a teenager. Everyone has those thoughts because teenagers are dramatic.Totally. I used to listen to Bright Eyes and not let my parents hug me.
Right, and it's not like I really was going to do anything about it. But the next thing I know, after they took my X-rays, they wouldn't give my clothes back. I noticed this attendant had been sitting with me for a long time and then he told me, "Oh, you're being put on suicide watch." I was totally freaked out. They took my phone, my fucking clothes, everything.What? They didn't explain anything to you?
They tricked me into thinking I was just going to get these X-rays done. This was even before they had my wrist wrapped up. They already had me going through the psych intake. Then you have to wait for the psychiatrist to see you, and by then you're already in fucking loony clothes. So you're talking to the doctor in crazy clothes, of course they're not really going to listen to you.
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They kept me 16 hours extra than what I should have normally been there.And they wouldn't let you call anybody?
No. Nothing. My rights were totally taken away from me. It was like going to jail. They literally strip search you and take away all your shit. They took the wires out of my bra and gave it back to me. It was crazy. I was supposed to DJ that night and no one knew where I was. They wouldn't even tell my friends in the waiting room what happened, where I was, or anything. Everyone was mega freaked out. It was really weird. It's one of the strangest experiences I've ever had.How'd you finally escape?
Luckily for me, I put on the charm like a motherfucker and got out of there. I talked to my friend Maya, same thing happened to her last year and she didn't get out for three days. Two other people I spoke to had similar situations. My friend Carmel, her friend actually died there. She took a bunch of NoDoz but they thought she was on cocaine, so they gave her something else that her body reacted badly to it and she died.Shit.
It's a really corrupt and fucked-up place. In the waiting room, there was this dude shackled up and he'd look at me and just start laughing maniacally while these two fat ass cops were just sitting there watching The Simpsons. Now that I'm out it seems pretty funny, but I was fucking freaked out.So how long do you have to have your cast on?
Eight weeks. It's a long time and it's pretty gnarly looking. It stinks, literally.Do you have to pay them for your visit to the psych ward that was totally unnecessary and completely against your will?
Oh my god, yes. They just sent me a bill that I haven't even opened because I'm so pissed. I realized when I signed myself out the paper already said $300 emergency psych visit. I'm gonna fight that shit.You should make them replace your bra too. ELLIS JONES
