Sold on the grippy socks: The psych ward

The story of how I was convinced to allow myself to be induced into a psych ward by a slippery tongued university therapist some 4 days before my non-refundable flight to Amsterdam; What events led up to this happening, the beautifully insane and memorable experiences that took place while there, how I escaped in time to make my flight, and how it all worked out in my favor to give me an extension on all of my finals...I will elaborate on these things soon.

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