Unknown men waited at the end of the corridor red blood brushed out broad over cotton duck suspended in linseed where the cold air would come in underneath you could fall to your knees on high grade linoleum printed with penrose tiling spilling out from well everywhere. They did not smile when I leveled accusations in every direction face contorting to conform to an expression left all over the walls in wide swaths of well schooled sturm and drang someone who belonged to these walls would evade eye contact by ducking behind furniture. What a needle would slide into my arm and let me rush out in a pinch and later stale coffee and orange juice with the freaks before blacked out windows and young nurses asking questions I wonder and the bulbous numskull who sleeps in the next bed moaning something awful at night.