The Counselor

Now you gentlemen all know why you're here. You have a drug problem and you need help to get over it. I know what life can be like on the streets. I watch TV. But with enough effort you can leave your shameful past behind you and move on to productive employment. So why don't we start with you. It says here that you were arrested for marijuana. How did you get hooked on the green stuff? Did they make you smoke it before they let you join their gang? No. I was never in a gang. No? Then you must have got mixed up with the wrong crowd in school. No. I did well in school. Then please enlighten us. Well, if you must know, it was my job. Your job! Did you work in a pool hall or something? No. I worked for the government. But my boss never gave me anything to do. I couldn't sit and let my body vegetate all day unless my mind was in the same state. I'm sorry. We can't accept you in this program. Please leave at once. (The man gets up and leaves.) How about you? It says here that you do the hard stuff: malt liquor. What terrible turn did your life take to make you stoop so low? Divorce? Unemployment? No. Nothing like that. So how did it happen? I got this job as an elevator operator and - GET OUT! (The man leaves.) All right, let's save some time. Did anyone in this group start using drugs for reasons other than their job? (The entire group gets up and leaves. The counselor pulls open a drawer in his desk, finds a pill bottle, pops it open and downs the contents.)
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