How i ended up in a mental hospital over a speeding ticket!

I am really aggravated right now, apparently the state of new york did not see me as mentally healthy and now its gone as far as to me writing this from a mental institution outside of Rochester.

What happened was i got pulled aside for speeding, and i might or might not have smoked some nasty. Either way i got a ticket but since the officer found some happy mushrooms in my trunk i got a court summoning. Of course it was only minor fellony so i was going to go there, but then..

At the day of my trial i woke up early, and since i was a bit nervous i decided to take a couple of shrooms since i wasn't going to be there until an hour later. So i took the bag of happy mushrooms up against my middle-aged mouth and pushed three into my moth (enough for an hour or two) when my freaking MOM steps in the room and i accidentally shove the whole bag down the throat.  So i ask her what she is doing here, and she replies that she heard about my court summoning and came with pie.

Like that wasn't bad enough i was going to see late night unicorn flying in and out the judges ear, i spilled poptarts all over my suit.  But i wasn't going to miss the appointment and go to prison over a speeding ticket! So i got in the car with a slice of pie in my hand and drove off..

Now the mushrooms started to kick in and i might have hit a mailbox or two, then again it might have been a mailman or two judging by my level of highness!
Well there everything seemed to go well until.  OH FUCK I AM NYAN NYAN CAT!
So i naturally start jumping around the court screaming NYANYANYANAYNAYNAYNAYNAYNAYNAYNAYNAYNAYN.

And basically that is the story of how i ended up in a mental institution for mental evaluation, over a speeding ticket.  Not that i mind, the big bag of shrooms still haven't worn of completely and i think my inspector is a bluewhale that has come to save me from unspeakable horrors!