The End

That’s why therapists are (were) some of the most screwed up people on the planet. It’s impossible to listen to that many people with that many problems and not begin to inherit more than your fair share of them. Just think about it.

You whip these people up in a blender and you could make peanut butter.

All of us are flawed. It is our responsibility to find ways around those inherent issues.

The weather was crisp and had a bite to it, not like a grizzly bear mind you, more like a pissed off weasel.

Being Catholic meant I already carried an immeasurable amount of guilt around with me.

Where’s here, Tommy? I’m going to need a little more information than that.” ‘In the apartment, where are you?’ “Tommy, you’re right here. I can hear you…how is this happening?” I was more than a little confused. Which in itself isn’t all that difficult a thing to do. ‘We’re family now, Mr. Dad.’ “Holy crap! You can talk to me in my head? How long have you known?” I asked in amazement. ‘As soon as you adopted me, geez don’t you know anything?’ I wanted to ask him how in the hell would I know. This kind of thing usually didn’t happen to me – or any other person for that matter.

Mike…you awake?” “What is it with hospitals?” I asked with my eyes closed. “You keep giving me sedatives to help me sleep, tell me I need rest so that I can recuperate, and then you wake me up every half hour to see how I’m doing.” “Mike,” the doc said calmly. “You’ve been asleep for nearly thirty-six hours.

Zombies were bad enough. Zombies silently appearing out of the mist were the stuff of acid-infused nightmares.

I heard your jokes, Doc, good thing there were breasts involved.” “I guess I always thought the cheers were for my witticisms.” “Oh yeah, definitely not for Miss Double D’s tatas.” “I gather you don’t have many friends, Mr. Talbot.” “Ouch, that hurts, but you’re more right than you know. I apparently was born without the gift of a thought filter.” “And

I wanted to tell him that wasn’t normal for ninety-eight percent of the American population. Most of us would have been happy with a four-day weekend at Six Flags, a Wednesday night run to Wendy’s, and hopefully making enough money so that we wouldn’t have to hand out stickers at Walmart when we retired. No offense, Tommy. If nothing else, the zombies had leveled the playing field. We all were equally mired in the shit of existence now. I just nodded. I saw no sense or purpose in kicking the man while he was down. “It

It is something about having absolute power over another being that drives men to incomprehensible acts of cruelty.