April 15 (Fugue in Ricky Coo Coo)
Ricky was imprisoned in an all-white padded room with no chair to sit on or cot to sleep on or window to look out. He had no idea if it was night or day. He had an unquenchable desire to do pull ups, but there were no ledges in the room or about the door that locked him in. Ricky just wanted to hang from something. He wanted to feel the full weight of gravity in his arms. So to pass the time he did the calisthenics he learned in grammar school PE. Back then he hated doing pushups or burpees or jumping jacks, but here in the padded cell the tortures of hell would have passed the time faster. Ricky even did what he hated most, wall sits.
The only contact he had with the outside world was when his therapists would enter presumably once a day, but it could have been once a week for all he knew, because there wasn’t even a coo coo clock in to keep him company in the white padded room.
When Dr. Rogers would ask, “Why are you here,” Ricky jumped up and down in anger while pointing his finger at an imaginary foe and cough out, “FREAK,” and “KELLY!”
When Ricky’s wife and children came to visit, after a fortnight of incarceration, Ricky showed no interest and failed to acknowledge their existence.
Dr. Rogers was at a loss as to why Ricky was nuts. He poured though his journals in an effort to pin a name on Ricky’s condition. Until Ricky would open up or he’d interview Kelly, this case would remain a complete enigma.
---William James
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