Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2013 11:48:30 GMT -5
The fresh, new leather seemed to stick to Grover’s neck. A rather uncomfortable feeling, but one he had to endure. The counseling sessions were long and bothersome and Mr. Banks didn’t particularly care for them. His long body didn't fit well on the couch. His feet dangled off the end about half way up the shin so that his neck could rest comfortably. It wasn't the physical discomfort, even though minimal, that aggravated Grover Banks...it was the psychological anguish, if you could call it that. Mr. Banks' brain could easily be referred to as a psychiatrist's Rubik's cube. He can be helped, but it's going to take many twists and turns to be able to do it.
The silence is obviously getting on the trim, if not muscular, Doctor's nerves a tad. The awards behind his desk boast many success stories and breakthroughs in the field of psychiatry. He understood that he could get Grover Banks out of his hair if he just drugged him into a stupor...but there is something special about Grover. Dr. Wilkinson wants to get to the bottom of it the old fashioned way. Prescription drugs may be needed at some point, but Wilkinson feels he’s onto something. He was glad that in Banks’ fit of rage only the furniture was the focus of his anger...but Wilkinson has a plan to aid Mr. Banks and to ultimately make him have a better life...that’s the goal right?
Dr. Wilkinson: This is our 6th session and I feel we could be making better progress.
Grover Banks: That says more about you than it does about me.
Banks gives a wry smile and looks up at an unimpressed Wilkinson.
Dr. Wilkinson: This may seem like a joke to you, but you have some serious issues you need to work out.
Banks closes his eyes, flashes of memories flutter his eyelids, he opens his eyes practically glad that he doesn’t have to physically relive the nightmarish memories. Grover stares at the ceiling tiles...and wonders if he could get his left leg covered in a tattoo of the ceiling tiles...on second thought, that wouldn’t work out at all...The leg is prime real estate for tattoos...but what would he get? His thought process probably carried him for ten minutes before Dr. Wilkinson interrupted the silence with his grand scheme.
Dr. Wilkinson: Mr. Banks, I have a prescription for you...but it won’t be medicine.
Grover Banks: What will it be then?
Dr. Wilkinson: Your rage has gotten the better of you and is eating you away from the inside. Do I need to remind you why you are here? You can use your senses to find one of your issues. All you have to do is a take a whiff of what the root cause of your problems are.
Grover shakes his head no. The stench of fresh paint is a friendly reminder of what happens when he “rages out.” The good Dr.’s office was wrecked last week by one, Mr. Banks. After Banks cooled off, he more than paid for renovations.
Dr. Wilkinson: You said you are a professional wrestling fan. I want you to train to be a wrestler. Get some of your aggression out. Meet new people. See new places.
Grover rolls his head over to his shoulder. He twists his right ankle and it pops, giving him some sort of minor relief to a minor ache. The thought of fighting sent a small adrenaline rush through his blood, his temples thumped.
Grover Banks: How do you expect me to go about that? I don’t know anyone in the wrestling business.
Dr. Wilkinson takes this as a small victory. Even the slightest hint of getting Banks out of his routine shows that there has been a mountain of progress.
Dr. Wilkinson: Who is your favorite wrestler?
Grover Banks: That’s a tough one. I like Matt Stone, TJ, Jason Kash, Tommy Knox, The Guv’nor, Talon W…
Wilkinson cuts him off.
Dr. Wilkinson: Who would you like to be more like?
Grover Banks: Matt Stone.
Dr. Willkinson: Why?
Grover Banks: He is dominant in the ring, he’s dominant on the microphone, he oozes charisma, bravado, and confidence. He talks a big game and he backs it up. You can’t get more real than that.
Wilkinson is shocked that things are going as quickly as they are. 6 weeks of treatment and the breakthrough could finally be around the bend...but he has to make sure not to show his excitement.
Dr. Wilkinson: Why don’t you see if he’ll train you.
Grover Banks: Matt Stone? Train me? Yeah, that won’t happen.
Dr. Wilkinson: Why not? You have all the resources. Imagine what you could do with that large house of yours if you had someone to train you how you want to be trained. You have the means of asking him. Even if he asks for a ridiculous amount...you can still afford it a few times over. The only thing stopping you is you.
Grover lays there for a long time. The cost doesn’t matter to him. He has plenty of money. Matt Stone is one of the most famous wrestlers in the world. The price tag might be steep, or maybe Stone wouldn’t mind a personal giant...hmmm...
Dr. Wilkinson: Well?
Grover Banks: What if I told you that I’m comfortable being quiet and it’s your problem if you find it awkward?
Wilkinson sighs. He’s being paid well for these sessions. He was brought in after several unsuccessful, yet similar instances with Mr. Banks. Dr. Wilkinson isn't going to give up and Grover realizes it. Grover pops his knuckles hard and sits up on the seat. He chooses his words wisely. Instead of himhaughing around, Grover is quick to the point and chooses his words wisely. He’d rather say just enough than too much.
Grover Banks: I feel it would be in my best interest to find a way to contact Matt Stone and train to be a professional wrestler.
Dr. Wilkinson: That sounds like an excellent plan. How are you going to find him?
Grover Banks: Private Investigator and a briefcase full of money.
Banks actually shows an awkward smile and gets up, Wilkinson extends his hand for Grover to shake it, but Grover looks at him puzzled and just walks by, politely and calmly closing the door.
Wilkinson puts his hands behind his head and leans back in his desk chair feeling fulfilled...this may be the start of something great...and he got new office decor to show for it.
The silence is obviously getting on the trim, if not muscular, Doctor's nerves a tad. The awards behind his desk boast many success stories and breakthroughs in the field of psychiatry. He understood that he could get Grover Banks out of his hair if he just drugged him into a stupor...but there is something special about Grover. Dr. Wilkinson wants to get to the bottom of it the old fashioned way. Prescription drugs may be needed at some point, but Wilkinson feels he’s onto something. He was glad that in Banks’ fit of rage only the furniture was the focus of his anger...but Wilkinson has a plan to aid Mr. Banks and to ultimately make him have a better life...that’s the goal right?
Dr. Wilkinson: This is our 6th session and I feel we could be making better progress.
Grover Banks: That says more about you than it does about me.
Banks gives a wry smile and looks up at an unimpressed Wilkinson.
Dr. Wilkinson: This may seem like a joke to you, but you have some serious issues you need to work out.
Banks closes his eyes, flashes of memories flutter his eyelids, he opens his eyes practically glad that he doesn’t have to physically relive the nightmarish memories. Grover stares at the ceiling tiles...and wonders if he could get his left leg covered in a tattoo of the ceiling tiles...on second thought, that wouldn’t work out at all...The leg is prime real estate for tattoos...but what would he get? His thought process probably carried him for ten minutes before Dr. Wilkinson interrupted the silence with his grand scheme.
Dr. Wilkinson: Mr. Banks, I have a prescription for you...but it won’t be medicine.
Grover Banks: What will it be then?
Dr. Wilkinson: Your rage has gotten the better of you and is eating you away from the inside. Do I need to remind you why you are here? You can use your senses to find one of your issues. All you have to do is a take a whiff of what the root cause of your problems are.
Grover shakes his head no. The stench of fresh paint is a friendly reminder of what happens when he “rages out.” The good Dr.’s office was wrecked last week by one, Mr. Banks. After Banks cooled off, he more than paid for renovations.
Dr. Wilkinson: You said you are a professional wrestling fan. I want you to train to be a wrestler. Get some of your aggression out. Meet new people. See new places.
Grover rolls his head over to his shoulder. He twists his right ankle and it pops, giving him some sort of minor relief to a minor ache. The thought of fighting sent a small adrenaline rush through his blood, his temples thumped.
Grover Banks: How do you expect me to go about that? I don’t know anyone in the wrestling business.
Dr. Wilkinson takes this as a small victory. Even the slightest hint of getting Banks out of his routine shows that there has been a mountain of progress.
Dr. Wilkinson: Who is your favorite wrestler?
Grover Banks: That’s a tough one. I like Matt Stone, TJ, Jason Kash, Tommy Knox, The Guv’nor, Talon W…
Wilkinson cuts him off.
Dr. Wilkinson: Who would you like to be more like?
Grover Banks: Matt Stone.
Dr. Willkinson: Why?
Grover Banks: He is dominant in the ring, he’s dominant on the microphone, he oozes charisma, bravado, and confidence. He talks a big game and he backs it up. You can’t get more real than that.
Wilkinson is shocked that things are going as quickly as they are. 6 weeks of treatment and the breakthrough could finally be around the bend...but he has to make sure not to show his excitement.
Dr. Wilkinson: Why don’t you see if he’ll train you.
Grover Banks: Matt Stone? Train me? Yeah, that won’t happen.
Dr. Wilkinson: Why not? You have all the resources. Imagine what you could do with that large house of yours if you had someone to train you how you want to be trained. You have the means of asking him. Even if he asks for a ridiculous amount...you can still afford it a few times over. The only thing stopping you is you.
Grover lays there for a long time. The cost doesn’t matter to him. He has plenty of money. Matt Stone is one of the most famous wrestlers in the world. The price tag might be steep, or maybe Stone wouldn’t mind a personal giant...hmmm...
Dr. Wilkinson: Well?
Grover Banks: What if I told you that I’m comfortable being quiet and it’s your problem if you find it awkward?
Wilkinson sighs. He’s being paid well for these sessions. He was brought in after several unsuccessful, yet similar instances with Mr. Banks. Dr. Wilkinson isn't going to give up and Grover realizes it. Grover pops his knuckles hard and sits up on the seat. He chooses his words wisely. Instead of himhaughing around, Grover is quick to the point and chooses his words wisely. He’d rather say just enough than too much.
Grover Banks: I feel it would be in my best interest to find a way to contact Matt Stone and train to be a professional wrestler.
Dr. Wilkinson: That sounds like an excellent plan. How are you going to find him?
Grover Banks: Private Investigator and a briefcase full of money.
Banks actually shows an awkward smile and gets up, Wilkinson extends his hand for Grover to shake it, but Grover looks at him puzzled and just walks by, politely and calmly closing the door.
Wilkinson puts his hands behind his head and leans back in his desk chair feeling fulfilled...this may be the start of something great...and he got new office decor to show for it.