"'A misunderstood T-Rex. He only wants a hug, but his short arms, along with society’s preconceived notion about T-Rexes, prevents this from ever happening. 'A puff of meticulously groomed pubic hair, belonging to a divorced, middle-aged woman, who thought she deserved better, but now realizes it is a lonely, lonely world out there. 'It’s a very well dressed, but fat, egg. His name is Sir Francisco and he aspires to, one day, be scrambled.' Paul nodded once, pressed his thin lips together, put the blotted pages down, and made a scribble of thoughts in the notebook on his lap. Then, he took a long, deliberated sip of his steaming chai tea. Paul is a lanky, flamboyant, barely five-foot tall psychotherapist whose office is located in a cheeky district within the city. Calming incense dwindled here, motivational quotes written in DIY calligraphy displayed there. He said he could help me find myself– a crock of shit if you ask me. But he didn't-they never do."
A fascinating read - the client’s approach to a session with a shrink that leaves you thinking how many sessions has he had so far and why is he doing this. Read and see!
Ha, this was a great snippet. Something I could see Bowkowski reading. The style and perverse nature of the story were wonderful as the main character goes through therapist after therapist telling his story of sexual exploits and embarrassments.
This was a very quirky and intriguing piece of writing. It made me laugh, question and wonder at the main character. I felt a bit like a fly on the wall, listening to two conversations at once. Strange but exciting. The ending certainly left me wanting more!