Debate Magazine
4/11/2014. I had a minor meltdown myself a couple days ago, in sheer frustration at trying to get tmoron to achieve the slightest understanding of his psyche. Mrs. Rink called in the guys with white jackets which was a wise move as I was able to spend a night away from the endless demands of The Patient and his monstrous ego and I was able to open up to another psychiatrist who prescribed a mild sedative to insure that I had a good night's sleep. I was even able to leave in time to see my first patients in my consulting rooms. After the antics of The Patient these routine minor nincompoops came as a welcome relief. When the inevitable call came later from Valerie Jarrett summoning me to the People's House I was in excellent shape again. I proceeded to the private apartment where patient was seemingly asleep on the hideous brown sofa."Look Into my eyes, look into my eyes!" I commanded him. "When I snap my fingers you will wake immediately feeling refreshed and revitalized." I had successfully reawakened his trance ---Dictated by Dr S.H. Rink, M.D.
