(From the first chapter of Against Medical Advice by James Patterson)

“I’m seventeen years old and lying like a pathetic, helpless lump in the backseat of our family car, being transported to a place that treats crazy people.  This is an exceptional event, even for me. I know that my brain causes unusual problems that no one has been able to treat, but being insane isn’t one of them.  How and why I’ve gotten to this point is complicated, but the main reason I’m here is more immediate.  I’ve finally found the one thing that brings me peace-alcohol.”