Doctor’s note: This patient required extensive care. The transcripts are having to be broken up do to the sheer volume of content. The patient’s…condition…is quite fascinating.
“Um, yeah, hi… this is so embarrassing. Thanks for seeing me outside of group, Dr. Stardust.
I think I have feelings? Like…for this guy. I really shouldn’t though. I know he’s probably not good—for me. For anyone, maybe. I know you know about my breakdown I had at work. It’s why I’m here.
“I work at a taco shop…I’m a delivery girl. Ordinarily, I don’t care too much about the job. It’s dull, I work the late shift, and kind of tiring when you’re in a city. But hey, it helps me pay my rent. Until I can get an acting gig. Most people think it’s stupid for me to have these dreams, but I wanna do it, you know? Prove them wrong..see my name in lights, the whole cliche. I’m from a small town in Ohio, so I know just how cliche it really is.
“Anyways, about a year ago, we started getting orders from this guy for an obscene amount of tacos. Several times a week. Always really late. Apparently he was really funny on the phone. Always said the craziest things. The girls said he had a really hot voice. I couldn’t care less. Until I was the one who finally had to deliver his tacos. I was told to knock on the door, leave the tacos, he’d slip the money under the door, and I’d leave.
“When he opened the door, though, I nearly tased him, I was so shocked. I always have a taser on me…since the Incident. My sister lives in Hell’s Kitchen. She’s more paranoid than I am. Anyways, he was wearing this body suit…leather I think, red and black. He had a matching mask, covering his entire face, with large white eyes…They was oddly expressive.
“I said point blank that he was one of them. I don’t know why I said that…must have been shock. He laughed at me…saying he preferred the term ‘costumed freak’. Then he realized my hand was around a taser. He told me that he wouldn’t do that if he was me. I told him I wasn’t planning on doing it now.
“He patted my head a bit like one would do a dog, called me a ‘good girl’, grabbed the tacos, paid, and shut the door in my face. I didn’t tell anyone at work that I had seen him, but they all did start to think it was strange when he would request that I be the delivery girl. He was weird, like, sometimes he would say things, but not to me. He would look directly behind me, and say things like someone was there, but it was an empty hallway. I don’t know how to explain that one.
“So, I got to know Wade some. He finally told me his name, stuck out his hand, made it real formal. I couldn’t help but laugh at that. He was wearing a tie over his costume. I always got the vibe that he was flirting with me. I also got the vibe that he flirted with everyone. But I didn’t mind. I was starting to get a crush.
“I asked him what his sign was once…trying to be cute…He shrugged and asked why people kept asking him that. Then he said, ‘Cancer’…and shut the door in my face.”
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