They are coming for you. You have to pay off your debts.
Run, don’t look back. Your last chance is on the rusty bus. Last stop is the godforsaken village.
This is where you spent your childhood. And now you are going to spend 15 days here.
The only things you have with you are your psychiatry degree, a couple of pills and a bunch of problems.
The locals didn’t ask for help. But they could use it.
Every appointment is a little interrogation. Every decision is a bet. Every prescribed pill is a step towards a normal life.
So stop whining and start earning. The only way you know how. These poor things are going to die soon anyway.
Everyone has problems, mistakes come at a high price, empathy pays off — but only half the time.
Make tough decisions and live with the consequences. Every word you say can either help someone get out of a hole… or throw them back in.
But money doesn’t stink.
