Therapy 11-12

I'm trying to remember...Doc pressed down on my forehead, and some screams came out. He said I could ask him any question. I cannot at that time recall what I asked. But I let loose some of my anger at the world. The people I said, they are all tacit culprits, in their silence. They help create the problem then they have the nerve, the temerity, to act like they don't know why these sorts of insane events happen. They know fucking well why people take guns and just spray bullets. Nobody helped me. I had to figure it out on my own. I beat my chest because it wouldn't stop spasming, then told Doc "see, I stopped it". He just nodded and mm-hmmed.

I actually went to dance after, although I was stumbling and could barely walk. A passerby, woman, asked me if I was ok. I got to Canal and was going to depart to Queens, but figured I might as well get my dancing time in. The rest is chronicled in my dancer log(tm). What a night eh.

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