“The next day, Tommy gave me a ride down the mountain to the hospital. I went to the reception desk and told the lady there that I’d come to see Hamper McBee. She got on the phone and had a little conversation with somebody, then gave me directions to a ward. Hamper was in one of the beds. He was so pale, so very, very pale, and looked so young and old at the same time. And he was wearing a straitjacket. I didn’t know what to do. “I’d hug you, baby,” he said. “But you can see I’m a little tied up here.” “May I hug you?” “You sure can.” So I gave him a hug, the kind you give someone you never want to lose. “Why are you wearing that thing?” “Because I’ve got the dt’s real bad, honey. And when the dark comes, I see things that ain’t there. But they look real. And I act like they’re real, and then I hurt myself and other people, too, ‘thout meaning to.” “What do you see?” I asked. “Spiders, elephants, shit like that.” He smiled. “You look pretty all dressed up. Where you headed?”
Oh gosh I liked reading this. Really lovely. Really sad.