Evil Shrink 4

I'd hardly put my worn-out jeans to the sofa before my so-called counseling began.

"You're thin, badly clothed, droopy-eyed, in need of a shower and have a deer-in-the-headlights look about you. You're either an actor in need of a day job or a writer in need of a day job. What did you eat, last, ketchup soup or crackers with peanut butter?"

"Crackers with--"

"So you're a writer and you're depressed."

"Yes, you see--"

"That wasn't a question. It was an axiom. You'll know I've questioned you when you'v