Del Rio, Episode 1

John Walters sat in a therapist chair overlooking the morning skyline of Del Rio. He sure as hell never thought he'd find himself here, yet here he was.

The events of the past few weeks had taken a toll on him, so his wife recommended he go to a therapist, though only for “a week or so”. He went, since it was likely not his decision for him to go to therapy anyway.

His psychiatrist was an older man who clearly tried to stay hip. He was in his forties, but had his hair waved back and a perfectly trimmed mustache. He had a silver vest on, and looked at John like he actually had some sort of concern for him.

“I just don't know, Doc,” John continued his rant, that the man in the main chair was likely listening to half-heartedly, “No matter what, it seems to all crumble down on me. All the bad luck in the fucking world is right in the palm of my hand.”

“John, how about we come back to the source of your problems. You said his name was... Daniel Schaeffer, correct?”

Walters hit the table next to him with such force that it swung the lamp on top of it so greatly it almost fell. He was clearly enraged.

“That asshole? Oh ho ho, I swear to fuck if I see that dickwad of an 'associate' again I'm going to forcefully take his head off and staple it to my resume!” John was in a flurry of fury, but tried his best to control his emotions noting his environment. Doc, however, seemed fine with it.

“Good, let out your anger. Letting it all out is the first step to finding yourself.”

“That company, that dream... that was my fucking dream! I had it!” The raging bull pushed over the table that he had hit previously, throwing the lamp at the window as it reverberated back and smashed into the ground, shedding glass everywhere, “I'll fucking kill the two-bit, smug ass son of a bitch! I'll fucking kill him!”

The raging bull turned itself into a tornado, which began destroying everything in sight. Once it had made it's way to Doc's beautiful imported potted plant, however, it was time to stop.

“Alright, John,” Doc told him, trying to get him out the door, “This concludes today's section. Come back next week.”

Once the Doc had finally kicked him out, John Walters found himself once again on the sun-soaked streets that were of the city of Del Rio, city of the kings. He got out a cigarette out of his suit pocket, lit it up, and smoked – making his way across the boardwalk to the next step in his life.


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