“When I left the doctor’s office I felt much more angry and confused than when I had begun. And thus the only therapy for therapy seemed to be running hard in Central Park. Since our chance reunion I had managed to con Simpson into working out with me. So whenever hospital commitments gave him time, we’d meet and circumambulate the reservoir. Happily, he never asked me if I ever followed up with Miss Joanna Stein. Did she ever tell him? Had she diagnosed me too? Anyway, the subject was conspicuously absent from our dialogues. Frankly, I think Steve was satisfied that I was talking to humanity again. I never bullshit with my friends and so I told him I had started seeing a psychiatrist. I didn’t offer details and he didn’t ask. This afternoon, my session with the doctor had me very agitated and unwittingly I ran too fast for Steve. After just a single lap, he had to stop. “Hey, man, you go this one alone,” he puffed. “I’ll pick you up on number three.” I was pretty tired too, and so I s...lowly jogged to get my own breath back.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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