From the nuthouse to the Nuthouse. Pt. 1 (standard:humor, 1119 words) [1/2] show all parts
Author: Greggo	Updated: Jun 20 2002	Views/Reads: 3145/2065	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Just a guy in a mental ward with his own ideas about what's wrong with the outside world. Just one part so far. Feedback welcome!

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my memories are truly good, my doctor is then allowed to write a book 
or two and make a truck-full of money. Stuff like this makes me hate 
any form of dollar or coin, but no one sees it like I do, my doctor 
included. 

I often look forward to Doc D's visits since it is the only time I can
see the newspaper. He allows me to read it when he is on the phone, 
usually making a tee-time or reserving a table at some posh restaurant. 
I only read the classified section. That's where the most informative 
news sits, although most people don't know it. I know that the Wendy's 
on Queen Street has been looking for a cashier for weeks, now that's 
news!  How more personal can you get, knowing that Anne from so-and-so 
is looking for a smart, older, man to walk with. That is far more 
newsworthy that who won the election last night or what movie is 
terribly over-rated. The Doc tells me that I cannot handle reality like 
most people. I tell the doctor that if he thinks reality is me, sitting 
right in front of him, then he has a serious denial problem. "And Doc", 
I tell him, "Denial ain't just some big river in Africa." Doc says I 
avoid the difficulties in life, first by leaving my wife and then by 
quitting my job. So I tell him that if he thinks it's easy living with 
the worst drooling ping-pong playing forty-year olds in the country, 
then he should trade places with me for a week. He calls my hour with 
him 'sessions' but I think of them more as 'argument's. Man! Doctors 
are closed-minded, no wonder they can sit through all those years in a 
classroom; it's not like they have to think! 

To be continued..... 


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