Je m’appelle

Code 3 for seizure at the drug rehab. Fuck that place.

As usual, the patient is sitting in the chair in the front lobby. Before I say a single word, I already know there is absolutely nothing going on here.

“I was sleeping and I felt my arm shaking. And then I couldn’t wake myself up.”

“And you’re telling me all this…”

What a crock of shit.*

“What’s your name?”

“Jah-kwezs.”

“Huh? Never mind.”

I’m sure there’s an information sheet somewhere.

It reads “Jacques.”

*The remainder of the call:
“Did you guys check his blood sugar?”
“Fuck no. Are you fucking kidding me?”

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