

November 2, 20XXI put up a sign in the phone booth by my apartment today. White paper, big black letters: DISCOUNT THERAPY. I printed my cell number at the bottom so that anyone who needed my help could reach me at any time. I sat at the window for a few hours, watching the booth for potential patients. No one really uses phone booths these days, I realized. In the late afternoon a cop walked by and took my sign down. He threw it in the garbage can on the corner. At least I wouldn't have to worry about any calls from him.November 2, 20XX
I made a new sign. Under the original text, I wrote $5/hr. That would be bound to draw some attention. I walked down a few bl
WhySoSrs?
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"Stop saying that Withnail, of course he's the fucking farmer."
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