"Asylums don't exist anymore," Marco said again, his head still tipped back to look at the ceiling. He took another pull from the cigarette, exhaling the cloud of smoke up into the air. He wasn't sure what to say about her apology for him being crazy, so he didn't say anything. She wasn't as sorry about it as he was.
He raised an eyebrow at this new woman, who he had already forgotten the name of, as he put his cigarette back down. "Whaddare you, what are you, writin' a book?" He barked a laugh as he shook his head, but the laugh probably went on for a little too long after that. "Nah man, I'm from LA. So, so that's where I'm from, now where are you from?"