The Tale # 41 - First meeting with Dr. Freud

I was referred to Dr. Bryan Freud by a friend of my ex- girlfriend.    His real name isn’t Freud - I have changed his name for Client/Doctor Confidentiality.  I called him the night of the Baby Ken car scream event.  I really needed help.  

Bryan Freud was about 38, well-dressed, handsome, slightly balding and extremely personable.  I immediately felt at home with him.   On his computer, I showed him the DVD of my first baby Ken encounter where I flew around the chair.   He had never seen anything like it. Oh boy.

I spent the rest of the session filling him in on the whole crazy evolution of THE PEOPLE IN MY HIPS. We set up an appointment for the following Friday and I Ieft.

  I walked around the corner to the Starbucks on 41st and Broadway, ordered a Grande Mocha, and found a table in the corner by the window.  As I sat sipping my coffee, gazing out at the hustle and bustle of Manhattan I thought to myself:

“Why me? Why did this happen to me?  Out of all the people in the world, why was I cursed with People in my Hips?   There were a million stories in this naked city, and somehow for some bizarre reason I was cursed with this one."

And then I thought about someday curing myself and telling this tale. 

Sitting there, nursing my coffee, gazing out into Times Square, I quietly wept, as a million stories danced by.