My Psychotic Psychiatrist
I start my day with a good old cup of Joe, then I brush my teeth, then I let my dog out to run around. When letting my dog out I felt the urge to do something almost like I needed something. I finished my morning routine by eating the most important meal of the day, breakfast! The office building across the street from my house needed employees and I don't have a job. I put two and two together and started my résumé.
I worked on my résumé over the night and got up early the following day to finish it. I walked into the office building with hope in my soul. Luckily the boss gave me the job after asking some questions. I couldn't believe I actually got the job and so I partied like there was no tomorrow. The following day, I found my house a mess. There were beer bottles, and confetti, and my boss was going to be here any minute to do a house inspection.
I hurried and cleaned the house. Once I got done cleaning the house and doing my morning routine I waited for his arrival. After two hours I worried that he might have gotten hurt somewhere so I cut on the news to check. I watched the news and heard about this guy named Harriet Beasley getting killed in his home last night. That couldn't have been the boss.
My friend Junior called later that day and told me that I have a drinking problem because I left his house leaving beer bottles in his couch cushions three nights ago and he just found out. Then I thought to myself, I do have a drinking problem, maybe I should get some help before this gets out of hand. After chatting with Junior I set up an appointment with Mr. Michael. He is a five-star psychiatrist who has helped many different people with a diversity of different problems.
At 8:00 PM I arrived at his establishment and walked in. Mr. Michael greeted me with open arms and he was a little pushy when I tried to tell him my problem. He told me to remember his mantra, "1, 2, 3, alcohol doesn't affect me." This mantra stuck with me throughout the rest of the night. I woke up the next day with the mantra in my head because today was apparently "Booze Day" at the office. I walked outside after my routine and was shocked to see construction workers taking down the office building.
I asked what was going on and apparently, Harriet Beasley was my boss's name; since he died, no one wanted to take his place so the mayor ordered them to take down the building. I went back to my house still mourning over the loss of my boss and sat down on the couch, it turns out the Police found out that Mr. Michael assassinated Harriet in his house because Harriet framed him for fraud. Now I wonder if I should have taken advice from this crook and I forgot the mantra right after I heard the news, even though it was in my head the whole time.
Credited to RockyandSpongy920
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