his notes and the blanket. He was the
unconventional sort. I’ve been in
his house. I’ve stripped for him naked. He wrote

a paper about it. If you want it ask me. I’ll email
it to you. It’s on a file in my computer. The notes
of our sessions were mesmerizing. I read them as one reads

a thriller, that has you on the edge of your seat. You could
land in the hospital if you swallowed the words –
they would get you high. Swallowed too much and you need

your stomach pumped out. This was the guy
who did couples counselling with me and my other
psychologist, who I loved to F**K . He was his patient too. And if

that doesn’t confuse you. I don’t know what will. He called
me several times on his vacation. We talked about shooting stars
and the constellations before I had to run off to the john because

I was purging for my colonoscopy the next
morning. He called in-between the flux. We didn’t discuss
much just shot the ****. Oh, pardon the pun. I didn’t mean it.