went to see "Dr. Smith" today.
considering he is a psychologist, he is rather
peculiar.

in the waiting room i met the most strange of men,
blue collar worker, late thirties, sketchy in the worst of ways.
he started telling me about model planes in this magazine which turned into
model cars turned into
his son turned into
leaving his wife turned into
him weeping over a picture of eight year old "chance" and finding symbolism in the image.
"see how it's folded in four ways?
THIS LINE divides me and my wife and
THIS LINE leaves my kid isolated and this all
sucks
very much."

i'm not sure what to think of such things.