John Lennon never thought he could hate his aunt anymore if Satan himself possessed him.

According to MiMi "he's a lazy fucker who needs a proper job". So the witch found in her cold dead heart to get him one.

Guess where. Guess really fucking guess. Give up? It's the fucking psych ward of the hospital she works at.

In his hideous white uniform that could blind even Stevie Wonder. Tapping his foot he was waiting to be given his list of patients he was assigned to.

"Mr.Lennon here is your patient list. Now be warned your patients are uh very hostile to new people."

Joy I get to deal with angry psychotics. The thought is offer ring myself to Hannibal Lector seems more appealing.

Walking to a corridor with six rooms on either side I find myself knocking on  the last door.

After knocking for a considerable amount of time someone finally answers the door.

"I guess your our new orderly?"

The boy no man asked me. Eyes tired but voice sharp and steady.

"Um yea that would be me I'm John."

"Fuckin grand I'm George. The one holding the mirror and preening himself like a chicken is Paul and the one in the sweater coloring is Ringo."

As he said the names he turned and pointed to each one.

"Well don't just stand there come in."

I took a deep breath. I'm not fucking qualified for this shit.

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