The Mars Jacket By Jacob Malewitz 1,000 Red Son of Orbiter 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 Jupite...