I reread it, and damn, you were   
right. I always thought my writing was 
ok, but this was crap, and double damn,
that really was hard to admit, Doc.    
     “I think you need to take some    
writing classes,” you said, “and while 
you’re at it, you might as well take   
some on computers and psychology.”     
     “Do I also have to take a butt-   
fucking course?”                       
     “No... just take calculus. That’ll
be enough.”                            
     Ha, ha, I made that last part up, 
Doc, but taking classes did sound like 
a good idea, except there was no way I 
was doing calculus. Sorry, Doc.        
     The psychology classes were inter-
esting, though, and I ended up taking  
more than just a couple of those. They 
helped explain a lot of things about   
* the subconscious and how genetics        
played a sneaky part in all of it.     
     One of my teachers even mentioned 
you a couple times, like you guys were 
talking about me, but you wouldn’t give
me any of the details.                 
     “Not yet, anyway,” you explained. 
“I want to read your Journal first.”   
     I just hope, that when you do, I’m
still your patient.                    
     Anyway, besides Psych 101, I took 
a couple writing classes, a computer   
class, and also one on typing. They    
helped a lot, especially the computer  
one, but then, I ran across a whole    
different kind of a problem.           
     I don’t know why, but typing some-
thing down into a computer seemed so,  
so... permanent, like everyone would be
reading and criticizing every single   
word I used, forever and ever.         
     All that just overwhelmed the fuck
out of me, and I couldn’t figure out   
the right first word. I finally decided



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