Hotel Nuts is the place to be. As far as nuthouses go. I was treated like a king thar. Pappy owns stock in the nuthouse. He owns stock in just about everything. More stuff than I wanna keep up with. My parents ain't in league with the super rich. But they are trying to get thar. I ain't gonna bet against them.
I had my own private room at Hotel Nuts. It was covered in soft blue rubber. The walls, the ceiling and the floor were all rubber. I could fall out of bed and never get a bruise.
At the nuthouse, you get plenty of free drugs. But no booze. I ain't never been much of a drugger. Yea, I smoke some grass once in a blue moon. And I do have to take a daily dose of anti-nut medication. But that is it. Maybe some Tylenol PM at bedtime with a double shot of bourbon. It helps me sleep. Nuthing else.
Pappy and Mama got me out of Hotel Nuts real quick. They did not want to visit me thar. It is bad fer their image. But not mine! I loved the other crazy folks. I met many interesting people thar. Sure...Most of them is crazy...But no one is perfect!
