crown96

I was in an emergency room in a hospital in Berekely. I was loosing it entirely. I was massively confused by mania and sleep depravation. My parents were admitting me because I was talking about aliens. When a nurse was checking my vital signs, I looked down on my hands and there were red holes in them just like Jesus. I wasn't particularly religious at the time but once I started going crazy, all these Judeo Christian concepts were appearing in my disorganized thoughts. There were old testiment themes of good and evil prevailent in my consciousness. The Devil appeared more real. The vision of nail holes in my hands were way beyond a martyr complex. I was looking down on my hands and I'm like, what the fuck is this! I petitioned my parent and the nurse to check out my wounds but they gave me a shot instead. I never aspired to be Jesus ever. Sure I wanted to be a good guy like him but I was no religious nut by any means. So I don't know where all that stuff came from. At one point, I'm not sure if it was before or after this, I was in a hospital yard in Santa Cruz playing basketball with the 10 disciples. I'm not making this up. They had beards and everything. All this happend in 1996, hense the title of this piece.