How Pink Arrived at the Asylum
My parents talked about where I was going sadly, and made it seem like it was a punishment and I truly didn’t know what to expect. I had, of course heard all the horror stories about being sent to the colour asylum. People threw themselves off buildings for the kicks, people ate nothing but cake, people threw mud at one another for fun, people wore their pyjamas all day. Of course, to me, this never sounded quite as horrific as I knew it was supposed to.