“Yeah, I’ll bet.”                 
     “Sometimes, you’re gonna have to  
dig deep, but even still, getting into 
that really ugly neighborhood is only  
half the battle.                       
     “The real battle's gonna be when  
you have to admit the truth, and that’s
gonna be the hardest thing you’ll ever 
do, but it’s also the one thing that’ll
cure you. I guarantee it.”             
     “You already know the answer,     
don’t you? Why don’t you just cut the  
bullshit and give it to me?”           
     “Believe me. I’d love to give it  
to you straight,” you said, “but you   
won’t believe me, until you figure it  
out for yourself anyway. All I can do  
is help guide you there.”              
     “Not even a clue, huh?”           
     “Nope,” you said and got up, “Now,
* get the hell out of here, before I       
start charging you even more money.    
     “And don’t forget that Journal,”  
you added and then closed the door on  
me.                                    
     I thought that’d be easy, espe-   
cially since you didn’t care what I    
wrote.                                 
     “Even if you just babble incoher- 
ently, I don’t care. I just want to    
read something you wrote,” were your   
exact  words,  but  that  was obviously
bullshit too.                          
     On my way home and with that in   
mind, I stopped and bought a big note- 
book and some pens. I started writing  
that night, and by our next session, it
was almost full.                       
     “What the fuck is this shit?” you 
said, after reading the first para-    
graph, and then tossed it back at me.  
“This is gibberish, masquerading as... 
Shit, Crim, did you just open a dictio-
nary and randomly write words down?”   




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