Chip Cohen was born March 15, 1943, in the middle of World War II, The only part he read of the daily newspaper was the funnies. Ozark Ike was his alter ego. Every season he was the school sport star. Oh, Chip wanted to be just like him. During basketball season, Ozark Ike was Chip. Chip's go-to person was lost in his own despondency. Being fourteen was difficult at best, but his mother's death from cancer left him and his father suffering the vast loss. Both Chip and his father were on a downhill spin so severe neither ...
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Chip Cohen was born March 15, 1943, in the middle of World War II, The only part he read of the daily newspaper was the funnies. Ozark Ike was his alter ego. Every season he was the school sport star. Oh, Chip wanted to be just like him. During basketball season, Ozark Ike was Chip. Chip's go-to person was lost in his own despondency. Being fourteen was difficult at best, but his mother's death from cancer left him and his father suffering the vast loss. Both Chip and his father were on a downhill spin so severe neither could help the other. His father was slipping into a deep morass. He couldn't even help himself. Mike Cohen wouldn't tell his son what doctor they were going to or where he was located, but Chip began to figure it out as they pulled up and he saw the large sign, Los Angeles County General Hospital, Psychiatric Unit. He started to get agitated. He began to yell. "Do you have any idea who I am?" A piercing, ear-banging buzzer went off and the techs come out of the woodwork. They knocked him down on the polished cement floor instantly. About six of them lifted him and carried him to what was referred to as a "side room." He could yell to his heart's content. He was a squirming, screaming handful as they spread-eagled him and leather-strapped him to a hospital bed. "When you're ready to behave, we'll let you out." The next morning the purple haze lifted. It not just lifted, its power lifted as he went to the latrine to hear, "Chip, you're on the list." "You're on the shock list," one of the asshole wards blurted out as Chip passed him on the way to the locked dorm room being used as a ready room. "What's up, what's up? My ass is up. There must be some mistake. I am on the shock list for today. I just had it yesterday." The door opened wider, the Doctor came to the door. "I am putting you on regressive shock till we get you back to the age when you began to have these problems. You will receive a treatment every day for twenty days. We will then re-evaluate." All Chip heard was aggressive shock. He was freaked. "You better bring an army then." "I have as many armies as I need. Chip, we're trying to help you. Just go along and you'll be out of here before you know it." Chip went into the waiting dorm and locked it. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, "They're going to kill me. Do something! Do something!" They shocked him every day. A tech fed him. When Chip began this amazing sojourn, he was beginning his first semester in high school. He came out of junior high into the tenth grade with all the positive expectations of making the varsity basketball team. He worked hard, but there were demons chasing him. The looney bin took him down a notch, a bunch of notches. Coming back to school, he found his supposed best friend had "told all." He was destroyed. Not only was he set back a half grade for missing the semester, but now everyone was looking at him as a psycho.
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