Funny.
In 1969...I think...I had to have a government psychiatric review. I had to see a shrink.
There was a wait. Finally it was my turn. I opened the door and started to walk in.
At the other end of a long room the doctor asked, "How are you"?
I said," What do you mean?"
The doctor said, "Next".
The doctor wrote that I was paranoid.
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