So, in November I went to see a psychologist and for the next two and half months he frustrated the hell out of me. I went to Dr. Snyder hoping he wou...d tell me what I needed to do to get on with my life. Instead of giving me answers he just gave me questions, often the same questions over and over.My last session with Dr. Snyder was mid-January."Warren, how are you feeling today?" Same as always." What would you like to talk about today?" Dr. Snyder said."I want to know what I should do to. ” She then tries to karate chop me but I block her. We end up karate fighting into the kitchen and I’m getting tired. “C’mon Rocs! Truce? I’ll make rum and cokes but safety on will ya?” She stops and hugs me then says, “You’re the best.” Out of nowhere, she punches me hard in the arm and yells, “Details. Now! Bitch!!” I walk across the kitchen to where I keep the special drinks, just for I counter back, “You want this drink?!” She says sorry for calling me a bitch and I laugh, “Ha-ha, yea.. He used her. He tried to make her into his whore. I pivoted as he circled me, drawing in the shadows to enhance my speed.I stabbed.He twisted his body out of the way. My sword buried into the ground. He swiped at me. I leaped back as the claws slashed before me. From the other side, Nathalie’s fiery sword swept down at him, the young girl’s face twisted in revulsion as she let out a loud screech.Her crackling blade slammed into the ground, missing Prince Meinard. Grass crisped black, smoking. "Let's go back in that stall yonder, Jimmy."I grabbed the back of his collar as he walked past, musket in one hand and crotch in the other, and I bashed his skull against the post, cracking it open at the side. He fell like a sack of grain, and I quickly undid my ankles and checked his weapon's load. I found my belt and knife where they had tossed them, put a handful of buckshot down atop his ball, reprimed, and asked the girl to call another of the men out to the barn.She looked down at the.