my day at the beach

My Day At The Beach BY michael”DEE”house Susan gets a text, answers it, & puts her cell back. I tell her I'm delusional schizophrenic. That's what the mental hospital told me. It led to my meds. I wound up in an anger control, followed by a mental hospital, concluding with an assisted living facility: Sandpiper. It was the most miserable I've ever been, screamed t every single day. My roomie & instructor, when they were screaming at 1 another, were screaming at me. They were Very violent men. My day of release was severely surreal. I don't remember being that happy. Now I'm with Susan, on my way to Cocoa Beach. We look for a beach inlet. They're not numerous. Park, walk to the beach. It's down a wooded walkway that has a shower you can stop off to. It's sunny with only a few clouds. Children squeals outnumber the rest of the noises,