A large hole in the wall behind my bed served as a reminder of the battle I had won. There was no lump on my head and I did not remember bumping it when nurses and doctors slammed me down and injected me with thought control medications. I assumed I may have been the cause of the missing drywall, but wasn’t sure. Reality was still fused with a delusional world. My body was so rigid that even if I had a slight concussion the pain may not have been noticeable. I touched the back of my head looking for blood or perhaps a slight knot. It felt normal and smooth.
My things had been moved from a room at the end of the hallway and placed in another location. My roommate Denny advised me that a fat, ugly nurse took my Bible when I woke up that morning.
“Where’s my map to the kingdom?” I asked.
“I think they have to move you out of here because of the hole behind your bed,” he joking remarked. I saw them walking with your stuff down the hall towards the payphone, on the right side of the hallway.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. I didn’t see what caused the damage. I saw you biting that black mother-fucker though. Damn, I didn’t know a fag could fight like that. Shit man, there must have been twenty of them in here trying to wrestle you down.”
I wasn’t sorry. Fuck them, I thought. How dare they attack me for doing Yoga in the hallway. In my delusional mind, I was not only Jesus in the flesh, but also Buddha. It felt good to use ancient Kundalini arts to cleanse myself of the toxic pills that I was required to swallow. That’s what I was doing at the window in the hallway when a nurse asked what I was up to. I admit, it was more than just stretching that I was doing. It was my balance that frightened them. Perhaps I did look like Linda Blair in the Exorcist while standing on one foot with my other pulled from behind with my toe touching the back of my head. I had to kick it up a notch when the nurse asked me “What are you doing, Charles?”
I needed silence to balance in bliss– no outside thoughts– just peace and silence. She had to interrupt my meditation for the sake of modern medicine. My eyes were closed but I felt her approaching me. More than just a shadow on the lids of my eyes appeared and caused me to sense the nurse coming before she even spoke. I felt her energy– such negativity. I could sense it coming down the hallway before she arrived just a few feet in front of me where I was standing on one foot with my eyes closed, praying to the heavenly Father.
Frank West, my partner of nine years was a professional dancer. He was the one who taught me to stand on point like ballet dancers do. I remembered him the moment she asked me “What are you doing, Charles?” I took Franks advice and went up on my toes like a ballet dancer and slowly began to spin on the heavily waxed hospital floors like an ice-skater.
“I’m praying, bitch!” I shouted.
She ordered the take down. That’s how it happened. There was so much energy in my body– almost a supernatural level of testosterone or something. I knocked three of the men down without even thinking about it. I bit the Black motherfucker because he put his forearm across my mouth.
There was blood and then a hole in the wall. That’s how I won the match at Trinitas Hospital in Elizabeth, N.J.