Not just major shit like MK Ultra. I'm talking about petty little shit that fucks with your head.
When I was a child, I had reccuring nightmares about being lost in a huge building and not being able to find my way out. Sometimes I'd see other people in the dream. I'd open a door and see an old man sleeping in a musty, cobweb infested room. Or a guy running around frantically, screaming his head off, because he couldn't get out either.
Anyway, I phoned in some prescription refills to the pharmacy at the VA hospital today. I drove over there to pick them up. I parked in the parking garage and went to the door. That door was locked, as I figured it would be on a Saturday, but I tried it anyway.
So I walked around to the front of the building and walked up the steps. When I got inside, the signs informed me I was in basement .
How in the hell is a basement gonna be upstairs from street level? And why would you make your main entrance lead to the fucking basement?
I got in the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor. The elevator went up one floor, and the lights said I was on the ground floor. I got off the elevator.
The signs said I was still in the god-damned basement.
I wandered around looking for a stairwell, but they were all locked. I got fed up and hiked all the way back to my car. I was murderously pissed. I'll be damned if I'm going to spend my whole Saturday wandering around a fucking basement. I made it 50+ years without those pills. A couple of days without them ain't gonna hurt me.
When I was a child, I had reccuring nightmares about being lost in a huge building and not being able to find my way out. Sometimes I'd see other people in the dream. I'd open a door and see an old man sleeping in a musty, cobweb infested room. Or a guy running around frantically, screaming his head off, because he couldn't get out either.
Anyway, I phoned in some prescription refills to the pharmacy at the VA hospital today. I drove over there to pick them up. I parked in the parking garage and went to the door. That door was locked, as I figured it would be on a Saturday, but I tried it anyway.
So I walked around to the front of the building and walked up the steps. When I got inside, the signs informed me I was in basement .
How in the hell is a basement gonna be upstairs from street level? And why would you make your main entrance lead to the fucking basement?
I got in the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor. The elevator went up one floor, and the lights said I was on the ground floor. I got off the elevator.
The signs said I was still in the god-damned basement.
I wandered around looking for a stairwell, but they were all locked. I got fed up and hiked all the way back to my car. I was murderously pissed. I'll be damned if I'm going to spend my whole Saturday wandering around a fucking basement. I made it 50+ years without those pills. A couple of days without them ain't gonna hurt me.
