I don't know how I got here. I don't know why someone has strapped me to a table and is trying to knock me out with drugs.
I feel my body relaxing. I don't want to relax. I have things to do. I have places to go. Most importantly, I have a message to send.
My only chance is to get the nurse on my side. I have to talk to him before I fall asleep.
"Listen, man. These people don't care about you. Do me a favor. Go to the Overlook Hotel tomorrow in Room 244 at 3 p.m....