Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2017 04:43:13 +0000
Subject: Shrinks, staircases & coincidence.

What the hell is Oakland even *like* anymore? It always had such a nebulous
character.  Undoubtedly the desperate d-bags of San Francisco have submerged the
place and, for all one knows, it is quite impossible to motor down to East O. in
one's off hours to grab a 5-gallon tub of chitlins.  The 8 million "stores"
trading in dubious items such as large copper mesh scrubbers, okra and hair
grease have prob'ly well-nigh vanished.

So, yesterday. Went to my irregularly scheduled therapist.  Of course, i found
out she's leaving for another position on the 23rd but i plan to ask the regular
doc on Tuesday for a referral to someone in their network i can see weekly.  

i've only seen this chick since January so no big deal; and i only got her
because the counselor i was seeing before had a heart attack...after OD'ing on
coke or speed (!!!).  should've known something was up when i'd go in for an
appointment at 8 am and he'd be chewing his lip off from the inside and talking
more than i did; but i thought he was just full of gay-gay high spirits and
exuberance.

Before that i saw a Nazi, i mean some Kraut-loving (not the band) spinster.
Boy, sounds like i've seen some real winners, but i have, in talking to them,
come to some useful realizations, like today: using things like insecurity to
hide the fact that one is being inconsiderate/unpleasant to others.
 
So. Even though this was the last visit i was serious and went over serious life
things. i managed to talk 38 (i checked) minutes with minimal interruptions.
Tiring, dull, and draining.  Should've at least described something fun(ny).