Sincerely,

    Hello there. Just wanted to let you knw that everything is going A-OK. The sanitarium is doing fine, though the ranks of admitees has drastically gone up. The poisonous cookie incident hasn't helped much.

    Sheos is having a much better time of things. He says we're in Ohio, which is a lot closer to the truth than anything else he's ever said. He seems to be making friends with the ex-soldier who was in solitary in the next cell. They talk through the door. The new patient was put in solitary because there was a rumor that he had rabies.

    Nicholas Di Genova has been undergoing art therapy, and you can see the results of both his artistic endeavors and the admittance interview.

    Carolyn Johnson has suicidal tendencies and suffers from inexplicable bouts of amnesia. E.C. Myers was brought to us when the bloody, flaming pentagram in his house began burning uncontrollably, and he's since been trying to convince us how evil he is. Lida Broadhurt refused to acknowledge the disappearance of her niece, and now she refuses to acknowledge her niece's safe return. She seems to be convinced that her niece is now a chicken. Finally, Chris Pritchard says that hobos are like monkeys that can't climb trees, and he throws a fit every time the kitchen serves bananas. He's had to be restrained a couple of times.

   All in all, everything's going as well as can be expected. I'll talk to you again in two months. In the meantime, if you have any complaints, suggestions, rants, raves, stories, or pages of nonsense, please send them. I am fine. How are you?

Dear Reader,

Rev. Brian Worley