[b]'John'[/b]
[u]Free Clinic[/u]

[I]'Collect my bodily fluids and sticking an object into my body...yeah, sounds legit close.'[/I] The difference was, somehow, he [I]should[/I] have paid [I]her[/I] for this service. He didn't know much how blood and piss was going to tell the doc about the S-T-Ds he [I]didn't[/I] have, but that wasn't important to him. Smirking a little bit at the doc's summary of his report, he took the papers handed to him, "Thanks a bunch, doc, this should help me an' my work...till next time, when I needa 'nother up date.." Checking the papers, he let his eyes linger on some of the lengthy parts...though, more for show than anything, since he couldn't read any big words. John wasn't learned like that, but his speech was pretty ace.

Rolling his automatically as the doc started up her small speech about the anti-drug thing, he folded up them papers carefully and pocketed them, "What about 'drugs fo thugs'? Or, like some of 'em workin', drug usin' girls's policy? Crack...for crack?" Chuckling a bit darkly at that last one, he couldn't help but remember that particular hooking lady...god damn, she was BIG. That felt like a lifetime ago..."Look, doc...I haven't done any drugs this week, if you'd believe it. We gots behind on rent for a while, and I had to pay at the beginnin' of this week, else the landlady was going to have her husband shove a bat in me...in, uh, an 'unhealthy manner'." Shifting in his chair a bit, he shrugged while looking over at another wall chart, "But, when I got the cash, you bet your ass I'm still going to buy my shit." Leaning on an arm and looking right to the doctor, John gave her his most charming smile, "How about...you read me one of your anti-drug 'phlets, nice and slow. Ya know? Let me listen and burn it all into my brain...so, I got a nice voice in mind to jerk off to [i]while[/I] I smoke my crack, how about them dark and lonely nights?"