“Fine, Doctor Harvard, but you’re dumber than you look"
Levi Yitzhak had a significant substance abuse problem that was getting in the way of any meaningful forward movement. While both his mashgiach and Aunt Frumy, his legal guardian, had taken a stand by encouraging him to continue treatment, we hadn’t yet had one sober meeting. I’d promised him a Danish if he’d show up sober for our third visit. Part III
Levi Yitzhak wasn’t my first patient to show up intoxicated during our initial encounter, but here he was, sitting across from me in our third attempt at a meeting, bleary-eyed as could be, bright and early at 9 a.m.
“So, you high today, tzaddik?” I asked honestly. It was getting a bit difficult to tell.
“I wish. Maybe if I had gotten high last night, I could have slept more than zero minutes,” he quipped.
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