Ex on Lex

Based upon an incident, true to the re-telling :

I was fucked. By my own partner, I was fucked. Fucking New York City practice, clearin’  TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY GRAND A YEAR!!! …and look at me now. A fucking pot doctor in this LA shithole. Pathetic. TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY GRAND A YEAR!!! Fucked me over, took my practice, took my office, took everything!

Your blood pressures a little high. You dealing with tension…anxiety? You sure? Maybe White Coat Syndrome? Do I make you nervous.?…you know, being in a Doctor’s office?  Ha! I just called this dump a doctor’s office. I HAD a fucking gorgeous office, over looked Lexington. You know Lex? ….pphhppphhh

….gone, fuckin’ gone. You taking any medications? Other Prescriptions, other than the alprazolam? ….Lansoprazole? What’s going on with the colon and how does pot help you? Does it relax this tension? Fuck…the stomach issues I had when I lost my practice. No, I didn’t lose it it was stolen! Fucking thief! MOTHER FUCKING THIEF BASTARD! Took out a foot and a half of my upper. Sick as a dog for over a year, physical, mental breakdown, still seeing shrinks for fucking depression, and I can’t afford them! TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOU A YEAR!!!  

Sign here. Sign here...bastard...not you...

Take this to the window, get your card... and don't trust them, never ever trust them. And goodluck with that anxiety.