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16 Cards in this Set
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Sometimes I really can't believe...
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Sometimes I really can’t believe some of the people that come in to see me. I see these fancy Manhattan people coming in thinking they have depression because their dog died. Or having dependency issues because their girlfriend broke up with them.
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See I grew up... Laughed first time.
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. See I grew up in the South Bronx, 543 Concord Avenue to be exact. It was tough. We had problems. But for Manhattan folk the answer to all problems is to talk about it. But for people living in the South Bronx it was violence. I laughed the first time I heard what a psychiatrist is.
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See where I’m from people don’t need...
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See where I’m from people don’t need a ******’ psychiatrist to help them with their little issues. Nor do they have the money. Our problems are bigger than that and a left or right hook to the face is just another day at the office.
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In fact my father used to belt my ass...heartfelt issues.
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In fact my father used to belt my ass. Like the first time I told him I was going to be a psychiatrist he said “why the hell do you need to be a psychiatrist for? What do they even do? Sit there and talk about feelings?” He neared ready to beat the **** out of me. And at that point I pulled out Sigmund Freud and William James, sat down, and talked about it. After an hour the man was in tears telling me about his heartfelt issues.
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The same son beating bastard let it all out..
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The same son beating bastard let it all out, and I didn’t give a ****. I would say that’s what puts me at the top of the ladder because I don’t care for a single patient. I don’t give a rats ass about their miserable mishaps. That’s why I play it fake. I wouldn’t say its lying but acting might be a better term.
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[door knock].
Edi Quickly puts the wallet back into his pocket, straitens up and answers the door) Mr.Ezelo your next patient is ready....... |
Yeah. Sure. Send him in.
Hi I’m Edi, just take a seat over there.. |
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Hi Charlie, how are you going?...Satan’s son.
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Hi Charlie, how are you going? So I hear your having some problems in school. Your principle sent you here because you set fire to a classroom trashcan? Quite the violent act, I wouldn’t condone it myself, but ay you do what you gotta do. And im sure you’ve heard your principle blabber on about how your Satan’s son.
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I’m here to listen…
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I’m here to listen…You have my word…. So anything to say?.... how are you…Where are you from?...What do you like?... you like books?... You like films?... you like sports?... So what kind of person would you say you are?...
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Alright lets get back to the issue here...
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Alright lets get back to the issue here, you set a fire to a trashcan… why did you do it?... how about your friends at school did they know you were going to do this?... What did principle say about it?...what about your mother?... Your dad?....
(Charlie responds angrily) You responded to that one with anger, why? |
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My dad??
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My dad?? My dad?? I never knew him because the bastard left after I was born. Hit the road. Didn’t turn back.. that’s for sure. He never even thought about the possibility of meeting with me or even ******* ringing me.
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I was cold and alone...
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I was cold and alone … Some nights I would come home and my mother would be in tears.. self defeated as life wouldn’t give us what we deserved. Why? Because some ****** couldn’t be bothered caring for his own son. What kind of egotistical, uncaring, immoral man would do that?
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But I sit here...
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But I sit here and I stay committed to the idea that there might be a good reason for why he did it. And the harder I think the more I realise how much more of a ******* ********* he is.
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You look at me ... me or anyone.
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You look at me like I’m supposed to be you usual patient that listens in and needs help. I don’t need help. I’m fine. In fact I’m top of the chain. But you.. Well you have ******’ issues. Self centeredness would be one of them. See you expect to fool me with your little psychiatry techniques like you give a ****. Your not one to care. You leave. You left. What was in the past stays in the past and I get that. But I know you don’t want anything to do with me or anyone.
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(Edi stares confused at him) ok...
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Ok.. I think that’s time. Good bye Charlie.
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November...
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November 1995,
Edi, I know you didn’t want anything to do with the baby… But I thought that you should know what your own son Charlie looks like… |
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To think, sitting right there...
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To think, sitting right there in the patient’s chair, was my very son. And all of his problems were because of me. I’m the reason he burnt that trashcan. Even more I’m the reason he is burning inside. Thinking I was merely letting a girlfriend go with the kids heart intact, when in truth I was executing his soul.
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