Again the therapist writes in his journal/diary.  He’s traveled to the hospital to see the boy again and his thoughts aren’t exactly lucid…or are they?  Click on the Diary page tab or read the new entry here.

November 23:
I know it’s time to get away from the force.  Yes, yes, yes.  It’s a fraternal order but I’ve never fit in with the group anyway.  Our belief systems are just too different.  Not to mention the cliques and factions that seem to be in a constant struggle to rule over all the others who labor away, just wanting to perform their jobs, duties and obsession with making the world a better place in a quantifiable way.  I’m waiting here to see the boy once again.  Travel was slow today due to the snow storm.  My persistence paid off however as I got here early.  Gave me time to appreciate the solace I find in this dark place I claim as my own in some odd, perhaps troubled way.  They cannot touch me here.  Not literally nor figuratively.  They’re not even a factor.  Yes, that’s it.  I leave and go out on my own.  After all, Casey was able to do it.  They won’t miss me and I certainly won’t miss them.  On second thought, I shan’t leave of my own free will.  The man in the big chair told me to take some time to myself.  I haven’t taken PTO in seven years…yes, that’s it.

They won’t even know I’ve gone.I’m gone and they’ll never even know,

Wayne Noyes-Goode