Sounds like a phantom smell. It's called an olfactory hallucination, which are pretty common with people who've had head injuries. Temporal lobe damage can cause hallucinations and effect new memory formation. It also makes the person more susceptible to burst of anger or bursts of anxiety depending on which side was affected. You're lucky it's a smell you like. Most cases I've dabbled in the person would smell paper or rubber burning or smoke, or sometimes crazy shit like rotting flesh. Ink seems pretty harmless.

Nothing too terribly troublesome with sensations conjured up by your mind, right?

From what I understand, intense salty and fattening food cravings are pretty typical with psychiatric breakdowns.

So maybe I'll just keep an eye on that for you too. heh.

I went through a phase where I ate nachos everyday for at least 2 entire months. BBQ nachos, nachos bell grande, super sketchy gas station nachos with cheese from a pump. Every day.

I wouldn't worry about what the nurses think. Just because someone has scrubs on doesn't really mean shit in my book.

Don't look up guys you saw in jail to get sweet cable deals either.

You know Stephen Hawking, yeah? I saw his walking doppelganger once when I was sitting by the nurse's station one morning. Waiting on nothing. He came out of his room holding a wad of tissue in his mouth. It looked like he was eating it. I couldn't help but ask his detoxing roommate why no one was saying anything about his apparent habit of eating inedible things.

Turns out Stephen Hawking's clone didn't have a tongue. He had to hold tissue up to catch the saliva since he couldn't swallow. Up until that morning I hadn't ever seen him, his roommate said he would always sit on the toilet fully dressed  and write all night. 

The nurses seemed to irritate him, they had a hard time understanding what he was saying - you know, all that business with him not having a tongue and having tissue in his mouth. He seemed like a nice guy. He waved back at me and said something along the lines of "how's it going?" whenever I would say hi. He kept to himself in his room majority of the time. Probably on the toilet writing.

He was probably writing about how most dads are all ass hats at one time or another. 

If you ever become one (a dad, you're already an ass hat) don't lie about dumb shit you could have just been honest about. If you're going to be an ass, be an ass because you were honest.

You know when a candle is about to burn out? The flame gets smaller and starts smoking? We're kinda like that flame and the more people start asking about you the more that flame starts to get smaller. As soon as I feel it I shut my mouth. Or else I might blow us out. My loose lips will sink this ship.

I smell ammonia if I swim too deep, cocaine and tattoo ink.
None of that is too bad. I have short term memory loss and quick to anger but I calm quick. Unless someone says to "get off the buggie."

It worries me sometimes that I have not found anything I'm afraid of.
Is it because I know in the end everything will be o.k.? Or is because a head trauma deal? I do not think I'm afraid to die either.

I do not enjoy nachos of any sort.

And yea, I'll keep my cable.

Maybe he had his tongue cut out for being a snitch?

Loose lips sink ships AKA cut out tongue.

Is that a play on words? Sitting on the toilet writing Moby Dick?

That reminds me of this deaf/mute guy I encounter from time to time. He just says "raah raah raah raah raah raah" but he can say "fuck you" so well!

I think he reads lips?

Are you crazy?! I'll be the best dad. I know what it's like and I've witnessed how my "dad" (stepdad) stepped in and took over like a good man.

That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

If you want out then just go.