The inmates are running the asylum
OK, maybe I’m biased. I mean I did risk life and limb to escape the confines of that mad hatter’s den of iniquity. But over at Wako, crazy is the new Normal.
First off, the inmates patients are – hmmm, how can I put this nicely - INSANE! I mean bonkers, don’t even bother inflating a life raft. They stare off in space, they pace in circles, and they mumble with all the soft cadence of tin cans clattering on pavement.
And those are the good days.
Sure, exec director Adam Tessler keeps things tight as a drum. The patients prisoners have that screwy computer chip in their brains designed to keep ‘em mellow yellow. But that’s more for if they escape. In-house, there’s an array of tasty side dishes on the menu, just in case things go psycho haywire, which is kind of common, like every day: wild sessions involving new age barfaroni hologram crap, and spa workouts using water torture therapy.
All I can say is it’s a good thing the staff are on pharmaceuticals.
Which leads me to that flame-haired deviant Nicky Sanders. Nicky’s heroin of choice is Mr Heartthrob himself Adam Tessler, and she controls access to him like she’s holding down Fort Knox with an Uzi. Just memorize these fine points and it’s all you’ll need to know: (1) She can’t stand any female within a 100 mile range, and (2) she can’t stand any man, woman, child or PIG who gets in her way.
Dr Sara Hobbs, the esteemed (?) psychotherapist of the joint, puts up with Nicky – or maybe Nicky has the goods on her. Either way, the fireworks are a-comin’ – cause this firecracker’s gonna blow.





