My name is Temple, like Shirley Temple. But that's not who I was named for, no. Apparently, my mother watched some kind of weird movie while she was pregnant with me, about this crazy girl named Temple, who slaughtered her whole family and landed herself in the nut house. Quite a bizarre character to name your child after, but hey, I guess she thought the name was pretty.
Yeah, pretty ironic.
My name is Temple, and I am a patient -- no, wait. Resident. They don't like the word "patient". -- of Ridgefield Psychiatric Institution.
No comments:
Post a Comment