Zudley grew up to be a psychiatrist, with a big brown leather couch.
He had papers in stacks everywhere, and I could tell he didn’t have life figured out.
He told me I was crazy, I told him to go fuck someone else.
I quoted him the Bible, that part about Jesus and asked if he lived in a glass house.
I said, “There ain’t nobody on earth who’s perfect, and you better keep your thoughts to yourself.”
“Is keeping your thoughts to yourself why you feel so mad? You know it’s not healthy to keep everything all bottled up inside.”