Timothy and Doc, pt. 2
Timothy: I met a girl.
Doc: Did you?
Timothy: Yes. She’s really sweet.
Doc: I’m proud of you, Tim. I know it’s not easy for you to initiate conversation with women.
Timothy: Oh, it was easy this time. I was drunk. I went to a bar after I quit my job.
Doc: So, you’re drinking again, as well. Timothy you seem to be throwing away the progress you’ve made.
Timothy: I don’t think so. It was just a few drinks and I met a girl.
Doc: Right. What is her name?
Timothy: I don’t know. Or I can’t remember. I’m going back to the bar today to see if she’s there.
Doc: And if she’s not?
Timothy: I’ll have a few drinks.
Doc: You’re enjoying this aren’t you? This acting out. You’re behaving like a teenager again. One, you aren’t supposed to drink on your medications. Two, you’re a recovering addict. Three, without gainful employment you should be saving your money not throwing it away at the bar. Doesn’t all this sound familiar to you?
Timothy: You make it sound so bad, Doc. It’s happy hour 5 to 8. It’s not all that expensive.
Doc: Jesus, Tim, is he back? Be honest with me. Is the king here now?
Timothy: No.
Doc: Don’t lie. I can see it in your eyes.
Timothy:
Doc: Damn it. You have to stop him now while you’re still in control. Your insurance is up at the end of the month. I’ll write you a bigger prescription to cover you. When’s our next appointment?
Timothy: Next month.
Doc: Can you afford it?
Timothy: No.
Doc: Please, promise me you will find a job. I can call your old boss, maybe convince him to take you back, but you have to work with me, Tim.
Timothy: Doc, listen to me. I’m OK. I’m happy for once. I met a girl, for crying-out-loud! Can’t you be happy for me?
Doc: I was happy for you. Now, I’m just concerned.
Timothy: You were happy when I was miserable, then?
Doc: And now you’re happy that I’m miserable?
Timothy: I’m happy not to go to work.
Doc: And what of the Rat King? Tim, he’s imaginary. Whatever he does, you do.
Timothy: I’m in control.
Doc: I hope so, Tim. I hope so.
