I spent Thanksgiving with two schizophrenics, a lady with schizo affective disorder, a guy who slept all the time, a girl who listened to headphones all the time, a gay Asian, a homeless dude who had himself committed so he had a roof over his head, and a couple of suicidally depressed people. I can't say it wasn't interesting. Dan brought me food during visiting hours. I watched the parade and football. It really wasn't all that horrible.
Since when was being gay deemed an infraction worthy of incarceration?