Waiting for the train in Manhattan today and after an hour with the shrink, who needs another conversation, right? Only took me 15 minutes into the session to get bored with the sound of my own voice anyway. The sound of someone else’s voice? Nah. Who needs that?

I’m not a cunt either so when the ratty looking dude sprawled out on the concrete ledge got all friendly it just seemed mean to blow him off. He wasn’t asking for money. That always makes me uneasy, because… well the idea of someone needing to ask and then having none to give them makes me feel like shit. Because it’s all about me and my great big feelings, you know. Insert eye roll here.

What you got goin’ on this sunny day?

Just coming from the shrink. (Why not be honest?)

You crazy?

Depends on what you mean by crazy.

Waaaalll! The hospital say I’m crazy. What they tell you?

I guess I’m just all kinds of fucked up. That’s why I go to talk to someone.

You kind of old for that shit, ain’t you?

What do you mean?

Well shit. You didn’t just get crazy overnight. You ain’t a kid neither so why you bother now? You got it all this time so just play it out and save your dollars.

He broke up into a toothless laugh. All I saw was gums and tonsils and that got me going too. And I swear to Christ I loved him right at that moment. He was my favorite person in the whole Universe. Less than five minutes and he got me feeling better than anything else I’d put into the self-care bank this morning.

You got a point there, pal. You got a point.

How much you pay that doctor?

Insurance. They probably pay him well.

Over a hunnert?

Probably.

Waallll I charge five.

Fuuuuuuck!