Randy sat on the bed to his room, strumming his guitar, the room assigned to him from the owner of the mental hospital facility. The plain black T-shirt the only thing he had left besides his acoustic guitar of his home life. At least his physiatrist, Dr. Richard, let him have someone to share his room with, there was a curtain pole hung on their ceiling separating the two of you by one long curtain straight down the middle. Though he wished he could have the room all to himself. He was more antisocial and did show a lot of aggression towards others, but despite being a bully to everyone- he was nice to his roomy.