Oh well if you can go through med school to become a psychiatrist I’m sure you’d find employment anywhere. Well you only have to pretend to give a shit about people. I do that from time to time. It’s quite easy.
Ehm there was this worker on my mothers farm, I think his name was Rick, Rickon? I’m not sure. He kept eating grass during his lunch breaks, like fresh off the ground. Said something about wanting to absorb the lands wealth.
Eh, too much work. Probably a lot of school, too. I’ll pass.
He ate grass? Yeah, that’s fucking weird alright. Not the kind of weird I expected but no denying.