Jeff Hardy is an artist. He expresses himself lyrically, and through various works of art and sculptures. Even his body is a work of art, full of tattoos. It was no real surprise when he was caught on a drug binge and

sent to rehab. He's sentenced to six months, well hell that's better than jail time.


Jeff shook his head as the car approached the rehab center. He hated therapists and psychiatrists since his mother died when he was just thirteen years old. His family felt that him and his brother Matt needed

professional help. Why did people always think they know everything? He slowly opened the door and grabbed his luggage. He observed his new "home". It was fairly large. The entire front lobby was filled with wall to

wall windows. Shrubbery and flowers occupied the stone walkway and garden. The entire building was bleach white, like some jerk spent countless hours cleaning the outside until it was spotless. He let out a

frustrated sigh and made his way to the door.