Traffik

Traffik: "she weighed me. “We don’t want any extra weight!” she smiled and I thought about emptying my pockets because I knew my cellphone, my over-keyed key ring, and my wallet stuffed with receipts weighed much more than my book but I kept quiet assuming she expected this weight in somebody’s pockets.

When the doc showed up in my room, he had a haircut that looked like he moonlighted as a synth player in some German band from the 80s. It was brushed to the side and hung too long on his face for somebody his age, let alone a doc. He also had a Dr. Strangelove smile every time he asked me questions. He was nice enough and didn’t push Jesus on me. He must let his nurses decorate his waiting room."

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