Johnny has been at the VA for at least a dozen years. Nobody was really keeping track. He was a Navy Seal. Now he wasn’t sure where he was at most of the time. They took away his brain. He busted up the skulls of two nurses. That was the last time he came in to the mental hospital. At that point he stopped relapsing on drugs and alcohol. He no longer had to deal with what he did in the Navy. He no longer had to see the skulls explode. His mind was too confused with heavy doses of Haldol. He basically did a shuffle up and down the ward between long periods of sleep every day for more than the last decade. A patient nick named Hemming way for his epic drunken relapses and love for the writings once told Johnny that he had seen him every time he came in patient over at least the last dozen years. Johnny no longer had a brain. He was the sedated scarecrow of the institution. Johnny served as a warning to Hemingway. It worried him it didn’t seem to be helping. Hemingway had recently burned down his parents’ boat drunk, and was just in three months prior for alcohol related brain injuries and unlawful behavior. Johnny almost smashed Hemingway’s head in. He couldn’t remember why he wanted to though and eventually the nurses had Johnny convinced he had only been there for two weeks. He no longer believed he arrived the night before.