The Mars Jacket by Jacob Malewitz Final Draft You can call it what you want—just don’t call it a psych ward. In this ward was a girl whom I hated more than anything. She sat like the devil on her throne. Hell had a place for her, though I was sure she thought she fought on the side of good. This is my story of finding peace in the land of the insane. She will play a part. Evil always does. She will go unnamed, though I can give some details on the devil of my world. She chain-smoked cigarettes, even bummed a few from me before I ran out of money for the bad habit. I knew from watching her that she worked twice as hard as I did on everything. She would never quit. I hated that in other people; I hated her more than anyone else because of it. I liked watching TV, and found a show about the Solar System and religiously watched it with dreams of making it to the colonized planets. The Jupiter magnet stations had revolutionized space travel. Anything to do with science c...