A Visit To My Psychiatrist

I’m at the bar, there’s these girls, two girls, cool, having pints, I approach, and say, you know, ladies, I see you two here, three nights a week. You’re here for five hours each time. Ain’t that right?  One of them says, yeah. That sounds about right. And I see you guys, talkin, THE WHOLE TIME. I mean, how do you come up with that much to talk about?  I’d run out of things to talk about, hour tops. One of them says, we’ve always got something to talk about.

I tell them, I saw this psychiatrist one time, quit after three sessions. You know why?  I RAN OUT OF THINGS TO TALK ABOUT. I remember, the last session, I was like, well, I had a dream last night. Maybe we could talk about that?

After that, I was done.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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