Indentured
“How much are you getting paid to do this?” he asks.
“Enough to pay off my student loans,” I answer, as he begins to tattoo the Coca-Cola logo across my face.
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True Tales From Therapy #5
Though there was absolutely no correlation between seeing a new therapist, and that therapist killing himself with a shotgun the following week, Mr. G couldn’t help wonder, for just a fleeting second, if his wife’s claim that everyone was sick of listening to him whine about his problems had some validity.
Nancy Stohlman 