Kill Me
Chapter One
Where to start with this guy? This shrink?
Honesty?
Eventually, maybe. Soon, hopefully.
Not the first day, though. Certainly not the first hour.
Not with a stranger. The stakes were way too high.
The first day? The first day-it was a fine autumn day-he'd have to settle for the truth.
Not the whole truth, not nothing-but-the-truth. But the truth.
We'd both have to settle for that.
"You ever get massages?" I asked him.
Yes, that's how I started the first session with him. Un-frigging-believable.
What the hell? I thought. Where on earth did that come from?
"You ever get massages?" Did I really ask him that? I certainly hadn't planned to start out that
way, but that's exactly what came dribbling out of my mouth, even before I'd sat down in the chair
across from Dr. Alan Gregory.
His eyes narrowed a little in response to my question. Maybe he raised his right shoulder enough
that I could have considered it a shrug. Maybe not. I took the combined movements to mean
"sure," but they could just as easily have meant "what difference does it make?" Most likely the
gestures constituted a vague editorial about the peculiar manner that I'd chosen to begin the first
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