He was in the Looneybin for having alcohol induced delirium. He told me I had come to him in a "dream" telling him he would die the day after.
He was still a bit anxious talking about it, me being the "messenger" and all.
We talked a while and i guess he´s gonna be ok.
He is getting sent home tomorrow, allthough he told me he wants to stay. They just give him lots of tranquilizers, wait a couple of nights and send him on his way.
He´s been drinking more or less every day since he discovered beer when we were teenagers. Never was an angry drunk or anything, just partying. But this party has been going on for 20 years now...
Add to this a shitload of pills and a fairly high amphetamine-intake and what do we get?
We get total nervous breakdowns. Regular ones.
He´s been in and out of several treatment homes, several times. For a couple of years he was convinced he had a snake in his belly, that for him represented satan. He always talked openly about these things to me.
Send some love his way wontcha?