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It’s October 17 1978, just after 9AM. Inside a psychiatric ward somewhere in the United States, a 20-year-old patient is waiting. He doesn’t think he belongs here. To him, this place isn’t treatment… it’s a cage. So he watches, he waits, and when the moment finally comes, he moves. Quietly, he slips into a medical cabinet and scans through rows of bottles and labels until he finds what he’s looking for—LSD. A powerful hallucinogen. Unpredictable, dangerous… and exactly what he needs. He takes i