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Friday, December 26, 2008

A lesson learned

Earlier while talking with my state appointed mental health counselor we had this exchange that left him speechless and possibly wondering about me as a human. "So Jay do you have any deviant thoughts?" "No not really, but the dead hooker bound and gagged in my closet might want to argue that". Cue uncomfortable silence from him while he waits for me to say I was joking. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Finally he just looks away hides his look of disgust and continues with the questions. I wonder why I have strained relationships with most "normies".

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