No More Doctor Nice Guy Part 18
No more Doctor Nice Guy Part 18 I pat myself down as a reflex. I suppose affirming my conclusion; but it probably looks as if I'm searching myself for a concealed weapon. Although I purposely avoid the one place where something may well be concealed. I don't want to know. Everything about me feels so grotesque and distorted. So wrong. I'm larger, coarser, hairier even. It's such a disorienting unfamiliarity. Did I feel the same complete dissociation the near 18 months ago...