I feel like I've gotta share this here because it made me laugh non-stop for an hour and I figure y'all will be amused as well (my friend was not amused; I woke him up at 2:30am to share the laughter and he was panicked and sure I was having an emergency). I have officially run into the strangest person from my real life in the club last night: my psychiatrist. Granted, I haven't been seeing him for about a year, but nonetheless. The man who tried to diagnose me as bipolar, the man who put me on a terrible drug that I lost a lot of weight on and had terrifying mood swings, the man that I screamed at for not being supportive of my decision to go off the drug, the first doctor I've fired. And he gave me money in my g-string last night. Of course I'm too blunt to not say anything and not at all ashamed of what I do, so once he figured it out (I've dyed and cut my hair since we saw each other), we laughed together. He bought me a drink at his table with his buddies after I got off stage, and we kind of settled up our loose ends. It's like he gave me our final session for free, while I was working in a strip club. Clarified a lot of stuff for me.
I literally cannot imagine a more odd person to run into at work. Anyone have a stranger encounter?




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