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Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena taking a sword to other gladiators like him. They'd have tossed him girls like Nancy back then.
When I stopped doing drugs, it became obvious to me that I had no reason to go to school any more. After all, the entire point of college is to have a solid network of friends who continue to have drug habits after high school.
My parents took me to a psych ward to meet with a shrink and to contemplate putting me in after I failed. I had a lovely conversation with the man, although sadly I don't remember his name. I seriously questioned his right to judge people and the self confidence of anyone who feels that their knowledge mystically stems from a piece of paper hanging on their wall.
I don't think we clicked.
He tried to threaten to lock me up to get more satisfying answers out of me. When my parents asked for a drug test, the nurse said, "what should we test for?" and I listed every drug that I had ever done for them. After I finished, I said, "of course, you won't find any of that...." She probably didn't care for me much either.
I told the good doctor that he probably didn't have enough people at his facility to keep me there. He eventually conceded that he couldn't hold me against my will anyway. Kind of amusing, since back then I was capable and willing to do whatever was necessary to leave.
Now I'm fat, slow and lazy. I'd probably just say, "whatever." Its funny that sanity and laziness seem to be one and the same.
When I stopped doing drugs, it became obvious to me that I had no reason to go to school any more. After all, the entire point of college is to have a solid network of friends who continue to have drug habits after high school.
My parents took me to a psych ward to meet with a shrink and to contemplate putting me in after I failed. I had a lovely conversation with the man, although sadly I don't remember his name. I seriously questioned his right to judge people and the self confidence of anyone who feels that their knowledge mystically stems from a piece of paper hanging on their wall.
I don't think we clicked.
He tried to threaten to lock me up to get more satisfying answers out of me. When my parents asked for a drug test, the nurse said, "what should we test for?" and I listed every drug that I had ever done for them. After I finished, I said, "of course, you won't find any of that...." She probably didn't care for me much either.
I told the good doctor that he probably didn't have enough people at his facility to keep me there. He eventually conceded that he couldn't hold me against my will anyway. Kind of amusing, since back then I was capable and willing to do whatever was necessary to leave.
Now I'm fat, slow and lazy. I'd probably just say, "whatever." Its funny that sanity and laziness seem to be one and the same.