I don’t think this is all that wild, but it’s probably the most wild thing I’ve done in my otherwise pretty mild life and for whatever reason, it’s been on my mind lately. For visual reference, I’m short, healthy weight but a little thick through the butt/hips/thighs, c cup breasts, long blonde hair and green eyes. I was 22 when this happened.
Through mishap, bad luck, and some seriously poor judgement, I once found myself on a luxurious one-week vacation at my local psych ward. If you’ve never been, the unique environment tends to foster a sense of immediate intimacy amongst the residents. By the end of day one, I felt I was friends for life with most of the other women staying there. By day two, I started to feel bad for one of the few male residents on the ward because no one spoke to him. That was J.
In our defense, J seemed intimidating at a distance. He had a shaved head, goatee and walked around with a mean-looking expression. But when I got the courage to introduce myself, that hard exterior melted away and he seemed immediately relieved to have someone to talk to. He was a 32 year old, 5’7”, averagely built Italian guy. He quickly revealed himself to be a warm, friendly person who loved to be entertaining and make people laugh with endless stories of the wild shit he did during manic episodes.