DAY 3 TMS
On the third day before treatment in the morning, I felt happy for the first time, in years, many years. I looked better, I was laughing with a friend at work, selling TMS like Jesus sold the bible. Just believe in this shit, I am telling you, just ask and it is given.
But as I left the chair on the third day, I felt confused, DAMMIT FRED. I ignored Fred, and went on with my day. My salad tasted like heaven and I threw out the ziti I had brought for lunch, who needs carbs, I was living on TMS; energy baby.
I spent night three doing school work, as fast as my fingers could type I could produce. I was ignoring the old cliche that kept creeping up into my brain..... if it seems to good to be true, its probably Joey Bottafuoco.
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