My Life in Sessions

"Why do you think you're here?" He asks me. I stare at him. That's a stupid question to ask; he has a file. "Ok, I have a file." He pauses and pretends to read it, for the first time. "And it says here, that this is court appointed therapy." Well no shit it's not like I'd give up a Friday afternoon voluntary. He continues "reading" further down the page. "You went after someone with a baseball bat?" He feigned concern or interest, as if he was waiting for me to elaborate on the statement. I continued staring at him. Only forty - five minutes to go.

Will contain language.
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