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.
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.
