My friend Amy was in the hospital with me for anorexia when we were kids. She picked me up off the side of the road years later during one of her manic phases. I wasn’t doing so great myself, still mostly disassociated into my head at the time and didn’t really take on the full reality of her situation, other than to note to myself when she admitted to me in the car while we smoked cigs to all the book spines on the shelves at the store talking to her that she was probably psychotic. I was desperate for affection, I would’ve nodded and listened to anything she said. When we went to the drive in that night and watched flicks it was great, even though i barely recall it cause i was high on benzos. We laid down in the park later and i thought i was being smooth when I tried to get closer but it wasn’t the kind of close she needed right then, me neither. She ended up in the psych ward and seemed annoyed when I came to visit like a big dumb puppy dog. She escaped later and the cops went after her, later telling me over the phone that we weren’t gonna talk no more. I understand what she was going through now, its happened to me too. I don’t think she was so crazy anymore. I wish I could’ve been there for her in the way she needed but it wasn’t my turn yet. God Amy was cute.