Fat realized that one of two possibilities existed and only two; either Dr. Stone was totally insane – not just insane but totally so – or else in an artful, professional fashion he had gotten...

My mother, my psychiatrist and an assortment of sedatives eventually convinced me I was delusional.

I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender.

There were times when I would sob until I shook, until my eyelids were so swollen that it pained me to open them, and through hiccoughs, trembling, I would hiss, don’t touch me! as he...

I, myself, spent 9 years in an insane asylum and never had any suicidal tendencies, but I know that every conversation I had with a psychiatrist during the morning visit made me long to hang...

A little later, when breakfast was over and I had not yet gone up-stairs to my room, I had my first interview with Doctor Brandon, the famous alienist who was in charge of the case....

Never diagnosed the enemy before.

Apparently, we’re all in the frame,” I heard Harry murmur somewhere behind me. And I whirled back to him. Innate, irrational anger surged. Then stopped, dead – as I suddenly took in Handsome, Robert and...

SWAT? For me?” Still trembling, one hand clung to the ambulance gurney, the other held a massive sterilised cotton wool wad under my nose.”Tactical Support was busy. You got Dennis and Arlo,” said Harry, speed-reading...

My psychiatrist said I had charisma so at least I’m certified

I resolved to come right to the point. “Hello,” I said as coldly as possible, “we’ve got to talk.””Yes, Bob,” he said quietly, “what’s on your mind?” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting...