ͳey put you to sleep for a little bit, for like ten minutes,
and do the procedure. ͳen when I woke up, I reached
down between my legs, and I felt the big ol’ maxi-pad thing
they put on you.
I jumped out the bed, and I started to dance. I started
full-on dancing.
Nurse: “Ms. Haddish, you can’t dance. Ms. Haddish,
you are scaring people!”
Tiffany: “I’m free!! I’m free!! ͳank God almighty, I am
free!!”
I started doing the Running Man, and then I ran my ass
right into the ground. Those drugs they give you are strong.
ͳey made me sit down and act calm. I looked over and
there was a Mexican lady, she was awake and looking at me
like I fucking lost my mind. ͳen there was another girl in
the room, and she was just full-on crying. Here I am just as
happy and joyous as can be. I kinda felt bad about my
dancing, and I was chill after that. Not everyone was happy
about being there.
When I walked out, I was just smiling. I’m like a little
doped up and kind of woozy or whatever, but I’m really
happy. I’m like genuinely happy. Titus was so mad that I
was so happy.
Titus: “So you just joyous, huh? You just joyous?”