Friday, April 27, 2012

Thirteen

I was visiting a friend in Savannah, Georgia a few months ago. I arrived early Sunday evening, and had dinner with him and his wife, after which we watched a movie.

My friend had taken the whole week off for my visit. His wife had to work on Monday, but she had the rest of the week off to spend with us.

After breakfast on Monday morning, while we were planning what to do that day, my friend got called for an emergency at work, so I was stuck with the day to myself until he was able to return home.

I had never been to Savannah before, so I decided to spend the morning walking through the neighborhood and taking photos wit my camera.

As I was passing the Coastal Harbor Center for Behavioral Medicine, I could hear the patients in back shouting,  '13.....13....13!' I knew that if I didn't investigate, I'd be wondering about it all week, so I snuck up the driveway to see what was going on.

The fence in back of the mental hospital was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in the planks and looked through to see what was going on.

 Some idiot poked me in the eye with a stick.

 Then they all started shouting '14...14.....14...!