Once upon a time I was at the Baptist hospital 'cause my dad was in there. We'd be there for a loong ass time, so I went out to walk around and have a cig. Well, technically to bum one. *l* So I went down to the lil smokey area, and bummed a Marlboro 100 from some lady and started talking to her. Turns out that she and the guy next to her were both in the psych ward for various things. So the three of us talked for a while longer, I bummed another cig. Then the dude just up and says, "You need a necklace with that shirt," and reaches into his pocket and hands me this necklace, basically blue and green wooden beads on string. He handed it to me, and I said, "Wow, that's nice." I went to hand it back to him, and he said, "No, no, keep it, put it on." He went on to tell me that that was one of the crafts they have to do in the psych ward to keep them from being crazy.

And that is the story of the psycho beaded necklace.

I still have it.