I Messed with a Crazy Guy at the Funeral

When I was eight years old, my mother took me to a funeral. I messed with a crazy guy at the funeral. When I was eighteen years old, I accidentally chopped off one of my sister's fingers while cutting fruit. They said I was crazy too and sent me to a mental hospital. I was imprisoned for three years, and after I came out, I went even crazier. He and I became fellow patients.