nixsight

“One of the clients suggested that he might kill himself today.”
“Really? Which one?”
“Not sure if I’ve told you about him. Sad, crushed down, ‘acne and puss at fifty’ type. He’s been told by our supervisor that he’s not broken enough to come to the outreach centre any more. It’s fair enough, really. The guy’s been using us as a crutch for years, and his only real disability is that he’s lonely. Well, that and you wouldn’t want him around when you’re eating. He drools. Yellow drool.”
“So what did you say?”
“Well, I told him that he shouldn’t kill himself. What else could I say?” “Not that he would, anyway. It’s just emotional blackmail… apparently he’s done it before.”
“So what did he do next?”
“Well, uh… He asked me why not… why he shouldn’t kill himself.”
“Oh, right. So what did you say then?”
“Hmm, well, I couldn’t really think of anything…” “My round, yeh?”

On his way home from work, he doesn’t really know where to look… it’s been like this for months, now. He barely remembers the old days, when it felt safe out here.