At the Funeral, I Got Involved with a Madman

When I was eight, my mom took me to a funeral.

At the funeral, I got involved with a madman.

When I was eighteen, I accidentally chopped off one of my younger sister's fingers while cutting fruit.

They said I was crazy too and sent me to a psychiatric hospital.

After being locked up for three years, I came out even crazier.

He and I became fellow patients.