The "City Dept. of Old Farts" thinks I'm nuts so sent me to a Shrink. This while deciding which Geriatric Gulag to deport me to. The doc' is a thirty-something with turquoise hair, and 1980's jewelry.
She asks how I feel.
"Swell" sez I.
" I haven't foamed at the mouth or shit my self in weeks now."
"Although I just had a dream where I was being chased down the street by my bed springs."
She takes notes nodding calmly.
Ms. Turquoise wanted to know what sort of meds I'm on, and if they're effective.
"A bunch, and more or less."
"I mean it stops me from jumping out of windows or slashing my wrists,...again."
She lifts an eyebrow,..."Again?"
I show junior my scars from various boyhood attempts. What a mess. I never got it right. Sure I learned how later, but won't tell you as a public service.
It was about this time them floating Naked Angel Boys clutching teddy bears showed up again. They came through the wall above the shrink.
I decided not to mention them.
I'm asked if I've ever had "urges of violence?"
The Angels start jerking off over me.
"Violence..sure. I mostly dream of kicking the bloody crap out'a bullies Tea Party hacks the IRS homophobes, and them butt-holes that make that disgusting sound with their teeth, and tongue."
I warm to the subject by going into medieval detail. Vats of acid piano wire wood chippers heavy objects dropped from great height. That whole "Wile-e-Coyote" routine.
It starts raining Angel jizz.
I think I scared her with all this because her eyes began darting to the door which them Angels were departing through.
...if she saw them she didn't let on.
Anyway I asks if she could do me a solid, and slip me some medical dope or a few hits of morphine.
Love's that Morphine!
She changes the subject wanting to know if I was abused as a kid. Gimme a break what kind'a question is that.
"You kidding who wasn't?"
"It was like the worse parts of the Bible. You want details watch "Jerry Springer."
I mentions how I could use a pastrami hero about now. She looks up from her notes, and sez, "...you associate your memories of abuse with food?"
I tell her I was hungry all the time as a kid, and not just for food. It was a childhood Apocalypse. I mean what with getting beat up terrorized robbed, and humiliated everywhere all the time.
I decided to turn the tables,...I do this to shrinks.
"What's the worse thing that's ever happened to 'you'?"
A pause then she sez,...
"I was raped"
Christ on a blind pony.
'This' is the worse thing that can happen to a human being. I mean other than waking up an Orthodox Jew in Dachau in the winter of 1943.
I got "done" too. Gang raped. Three big kids at day camp held me down, and took turns fucking me up my 10 year old ass.
They said I could "scream all I liked". "Nobody" would come. Nobody did. Nobody ever came.
Just like prison.
Like them floating Angels I kept this to myself.
After a bit my doctor tells me I'm not crazy.
She says, "...I can't get you any dope, but I'll up your med dosage, and throw in some Valium."
"Thanks" I say.
She closes her note book.
"I think we're through for today."
We shake hands, and part,...till next week.