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Long story short, I was taken to a psych hospital, and man was that an experience. I was hopped up on drugs around screwy people for ten days. Ever since then the drugs, over the last three years of taking the shit, completely fucked my conversational brain and I've been building back up from that since then, because I finally got off of them. It's been a fucking great ride. I've thought I was Jesus, the Holy Spirit, Michael the archangel, thought my alter-ego was Billy Mays, and even thought if I died, I would possess Rose Byrne's body. I also believed I met Jesus Christ, Mary His mother, and other angels. What a fucking trip.