Wednesday, March 21, 2007
A fortune cookie promised me an unexpected encounter today. It turned out to be this horrid looking racoon-eyed alcoholic patient with lice and infectious diarrhea. Confused and unsteady, he kept getting out of bed and each time the bed alarm would go off with a "take me out to the ball game". Fuckin cookie.
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Gotta laugh. There is a special place in the Karmic Equation for people like you who take care of people like him.
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