Clean-Up Time

Levi Yitzhak was a bochur with an acute marijuana problem who had shown up stoned for his initial consultation. After Rav Kuper, his mashgiach, and Aunt Frumy, his legal guardian, fired his previous therapist who was supposedly treating him from across the ocean but never demanded accountability, they were on board for continued treatment. Levi Yitzhak, however, was not as enthusiastic and still needed convincing. Part II

While I generally try to get to my office very early in the morning, long before my first patient, this particular morning I had an excuse. The spring air was crisp, the sun was shining bright, and I’d decided to take a more circuitous route, stopping at my favorite bakery for a power cup of coffee and a croissant on the way in to begin what was already shaping out to be a fantastic day.

I’d even arrived five minutes early, but it looked like I wasn’t the first person at the door.

Levi Yitzhak was waiting for me, but he was looking a little green around the gills, not like the laid-back, not-a-care-in-the-world fellow I’d met yesterday who, high as a kite, plopped himself down in a chair and happily munched on a bag of Doritos.