memory 143:........... "The bet."

    ..................This particular memory I am nervous about speaking simply because I am scared mildly of George Clooney. Well I remember seeing him around the time I began to walk and run. And that is all I remembered of the man until , he began making phone calls to my hospital room in the early months of 1998. The previous year I had become more and more drawn to my faith , studying the virtues and the lives of Mother Teresa and St. Teresa of little flower. And the Fatima mysteries captivated my mind. Until Dr. Swaney got a hold of what I was doing. Suddenly I became plagued with horrid nightmares and  old memories of Swaney and his brutality. It felt as if my mind where being infected. So to control the "bad thoughts"  I  began to wash my hands in even numbers. Everything had to be in an order from how many  towels I used . Then I began praying and blessing my self in even numbers except 6. Six was "bad". I became increasingly depressed and began feeling anxious in public.When we finally told Dr. Swaney , he was pissed that it took that long to tell him I was cracking . 8 years later when the mainstream population was exposed to me and with all the stress , I went into a full blown psychotic depression . He broke in with his sons, they saw me in a drunken stupor trying to slash my wrists. The doctor was pissed he cracked when he saw what I was about to do to his "creation" . Any way around 1998 I was breaking , however Dr. Swaney came up with the most odd yet productive therapy. He needed me to began talking to his sons again. At this point in my life I remembered fragments of them . Then every day I was given so many writing assignments to do in a day and his sons where to give me instructions on what to write . I wrote so much my hands began to cramp. 
                       Well once Millhouse began calling other "sons" of  Dr. Swaney began to call. Well one night George Clooney called me I had already taken my night medication and  was watching Conan O'Brian . I was hoping it was my mother , she usually spent most of the weekend and evenings with my older brother Ish . Around midnight she usually came to the hospital to spend the night . I remember usually being asleep when she did come and would wake up when she would leave for work. A nurse came in to announce his call.

                     " Hello .." I was so sleepy and pissed I had to deal with all these odd adults.
                     " Hello Monique this George ....."  His voice sang.
                     " Yes sir...the nurse told me ."
                      " Do you know which George this is ..?"
                       " Yes youre not George-Millhouse .."
                       " Uh no..WHO? ...no George-Michael is british."
                      " Never mind ...youre the george from E.R. right ?"
                     " Well ..I..yeah..from E.R. ....."
                      
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