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December 31, 1857
A PASSENGER’S HEAD CUT OFF ON A STEAM-BOAT. A New York paper says : -- An inquest was held on board the steam-boat North America on the body of a man who met with a sudden and terrible death on board the boat during its passage on Thursday from Rondoubt to this city. The deceased came on board the steamer at Rondout(sic) on Thursday, and paid his passage to this city, he being somewhat intoxicated at the time. About half-an-hour after the boat left the Rondoubt, the body of deceased was discovered in the crank room, and the head completely severed from the body lying near it, but horribly crushed and mutilated. In one of his pockets was found a bottle of brandy.
I NEED SOME BREAD AND CEREAL TOO
June 7, 2017
You get a phone call from your Mum. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery
store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken...
After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store.
Cashier makes an odd remark to you: “you know, we’re in no danger of a milk shortage...”
Once arriving at mum's home, you knock several times.
You decide to try the door.
You place the grocery bag on the counter.
There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In some bags, the chicken and milk
have gone stale. You call out for mum, but no reply. You make your way through the kitchen
and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her detached head neatly resting on her lap, is mum.
Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for
nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give
your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime
“It’s not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into series of repetitive behaviour” he says.
You think to yourself, “They can’t be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do
they think I did this?” Suddenly your cell phone goes off.
“Hi hun, it’s me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need
some bread and cereal too.”
“No problem, mum; I’ll be right over…”
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When I picked up my daughter from the mental institution, something was off about her.
It was not just the feeling in my soul, but the stitches across her forehead.