So I called up my contact at the facility in Long Island, although I didn't have really

two dimes to rub together at the time.

I scratched together 24 bucks to jump on the New Jersey Transit train over to Trenton and

then up to Ten Station.

Twenty minutes later, a white stretch limo pulled up, jumped in, driver asked me if I was

Alex Spencer and I said yes.

We headed off out into the countryside.

I sat all the way in the back, the driver was like 20 feet away.

Drolled down the window to lean out and look at everyone passing them by, hoping they

were wondering which dot com billionaire I was.

We pulled in and there was basically like a little town inside these gates on kind

of a blank atmosphere that gave the impression of one of those fake towns they would make

to blow up with atom bombs.

I would get my own little house to live in on what looked like a little suburban street.

The first thing I did is strip off all my clothes and just walk around naked, watch

some cable, use the pre-internet.

Usually, you know, just out of politeness put a towel down when they're sitting on a chair

or something.

Once every day or two they'd bring me over to the PET scan facility and give me a dose

of a radio active element and some other drug and scan my brain's effects while my head

was encased and styrofoam that had been formed perfectly to my skull.

From radio to opia, you were listening to Love and Radio, a Nick Benterhulk.

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