WELL. WE FINALLY FOUND THE BIGKOOK. The Mercy Free Clinic,

where BIGKOOK surrendered, because of a migraine

headache New Years Day, airlifted him via AirMedivac,

to Atascadero State Mental Hospital near San luis Obisbo for

ICU observation. When the TEAM drove onto the grounds

it sent chills up their spine. Grunion said, "This is got to be bad."

They parked in the "No Parking" zone and entered the

monolithic sanctuary. The attendant took them to Ward 14

quarantine holding room where they sat in straightback

folding chairs until the BIGKOOK could be transported.

They sat twiddling there thumbs until the pneumatic

push of the massive door swung open revealing

THEBIGKOOK, barely recognizable, clutching a Thorazine

cooler with a Stelazine floater, smooth. "BIGKOOK, is that

you?" said Seaweed. "You look like death warmed over.

What have they done to you?" "Nothing, man, what's the haps?"

said BIGKOOK, barely audible. "Where am I?" Holy smokes, said

Sea Cucumber, they got him spaced out of his gourd. What

are we going to do? THEBIGKOOK whips out this plastic piccolo

and plays a tune. "We got to get him outta here. And fast," said

Onionhead. "Let's get working on it before it's too late."

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