Will You and I Have Another Chance?

WHILE I was a patient at a mental institution drying out, I worked on the ambulance and we fellows got to see and handle many peculiar patients. One particular group that I remember because of what happened later would just sit around on chairs or benches with blank stares in their eyes, and once in a while they would smile and other times laugh out loud. One I had known on the outside and I went up to him and spoke, calling him by name. All I got was a blank stare; he didn't know me. I asked our driver what was wrong with him and his answer was all of that group have wet brains from drinking too much.