After going over all of your figures with a fine-tooth comb, you still can’t understand how you are somehow “losing” over 2,000 dollars per month. You know you sleepwalk, so in desperation you visit a hypnotherapist to see if he can help you figure it out. When you wake up, the therapist nervously plays a tape of you “recalling” something about enjoying snorting bad blow off the backsides of dead hookers…Several times. Eeep!
The hypnotherapist is looking at you like you’ve eaten a live slug and insisted it was delicious. One hand is on his phone and the other is agitatedly opening and closing a small drawer in his desk.
What happens next?
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