You view yourself as some kind of vagabond hipster, hitching from town to town. Free as a bird, nothing is going to tie you down. You say you follow bands around the country.
The thing is you have been here for almost a year. You have been in jail for not paying bills you have managed to run up. Even though you are pushing 40, you are some kind of man-child who roller skates in places that get you in trouble.
Today you are found rummaging through a dumpster looking for food, drunk as shit. Looking for a place to sleep and a meal, you tell the police you need to see a psychiatrist. You arrive with all your life possessions stuffed into a backpack someone would use to go on a mountain hike. Tied to the backpack are your 1970's roller skates.
The sad fact is that you are mentally ill and an alcoholic living in a delusional world. Even though we discharge you to a place that could help you, you will refuse the help. You prefer to live in your delusional world and the thing is, as long as you don't want to hurt yourself or others, you are free to continue doing that. See you next week...