My doctor said, if I wanted to see real pain, I should swing by First Eucharist on Tuesday night. See the brain parasites. See the degenerative bone diseases. The organic brain dysfunctions. See the cancer patients getting by.
So I went.
The first group I went to, there were introductions: this is Alice, this is Brenda, this is Dover. Everyone smiles with the invisible gun to their head.
I never give my real name at support groups.
The little skeleton of a woman named Chloe with the seat of her pants hanging down and empty, Chloe tells me the worst thing about her brain parasites was no one would have sex with her.
Sist sett
