I do the best I can, which is not nearly enough. I would not be in here if everything was fine. I have a complaint about my roommate. He thinks he’s God. I am tired of his blasphemies and grandiose thoughts. I thought everybody knew that I was God. He doesn’t respect me. I don’t know for how long I could forgive him. I am a wrathful God. I once caused devastation at General Hospital with a damp towel and two bars of soap. There was another impostor there trying to usurp my throne. I had to put him in his place. I am everywhere. I hear everything. I am giving my roommate one more chance. Before something happens you need to put him on another ward; or you could just let me go. I only agreed to come here to spread the Word to the sick and the mentally ill. In two weeks’ time I have made much progress. Dozens of patients have been released under my watch. I let the doctors and other hospital staff take the credit. They are mere mortals with self-esteem issues. I am God. Everyone knows me. Apparently, there is one exception.
Three Gods by Luis C. Berriozabal