CONSPIRACY
Larry eyeballed and chided his on-again, off-again girlfriend, You should never call them! Wanda, how many times must I remind you that they are the conspirators? They are the ones that put these voices in my head. It's the police! I can hear their sirens. They're near. No, baby, I'm not putting my clothes back on. Let them take me away like this. I don't give a damn. These bastards just want my money! Oh, here they come. Look at what you have done.
Larry pleads with the authorities outside his apartment door, There is no trouble here officers. I just had a little disagreement with my woman. I'm fine now. I'll get back in the house when I'm good and ready. I know I'm half-dressed. I'm not blind. What are you going to do about it? No, I'm not resisting. But if you insist on taking me away, what is a poor old man to do? See what you've done woman! When I get [ out…? ]
Larry sits in the psychiatric emergency room, wearing light-blue pajama bottoms, black cotton socks, and shirtless. He speaks to the attending psychiatrist, No, doctor, I don't want to harm myself or anyone else. Voices? What do you think? I can hear you pretty well. Internal stimuli? English, doctor, speak English. Well, I can't answer that question with these police officers within earshot. Yes, well, they're the responsible ones for the voices in the walls. Yes, in my apartment! Yes, yes, yes. It is them that plant the voices. Larry scans the room suspiciously as the doctor leaves.
The social worker comes into the room to ask Larry questions. I live with my woman friend. No, I'm not married anymore. Kids? A couple of them walking around, spread out all over the state. No, don't contact them. We're not on speaking terms. No, you can't have their names. Just send me home to my woman. I've got something for her. It's her fault I'm in this mess. My ex-wife? She's long gone, probably dead. Please go away. I won't sign anything. Larry asks for a cigarette, but he's told the smoking break is in forty-minutes. He begins to laugh hysterically.
In the psychiatric ward
He writes on the wall
With a red crayon,
Twenty-five times,
I'm the Supreme Being