So, it's the summer of 2007.
At this point in time I am a raging, full-blown crack cocaine addict.
I am sitting in "Dr".Sukhovski's office. He looks at me thoughtfully.
"How is your appetite, Rahul?", he asks.
I shrug my shoulders. "...Haven't been eating much; alright I guess".
He opens his desk drawer, pulls out two small packets. He places them in my hand
I open my hand & see two packets of sea salt. "Wha--?" is all that comes out of my mouth.
He leans back, big smile on his face: "It's alright Rahul, go ahead & take them", he says emphatically.
I pause for a second. This is two goddamn packs of sea salt. They come free at certain seafood restaurants.
This guy is some piece of work.
I look at him, my face an absolute mask. "Thanks Andrei, I'll put this on my fries."
So, this is the kind of shit a person can be subjected to when they're "in the system".
P.S: In all fairness to the good doctor, it is NOT his duty to ensure his patients are fed. The patient's gotta take responsibility for SOMETHING, right?!