I don't seem able to get it straight in my mind....

Then the weeks rolled by in a sinister psych ward haze filled with white-coated orderlies and rocking whack-job patients torn straight from some old Jack Nicholson film, all anti-psychotic meds and padded lonely cells...

You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see...