Dr. yobb's insensitive brain watchings

After days of anxiety ridden, unforgiving insomnia, Larry finally realizes he may have a problem. He makes an appointment with his analyst to determine why he is suddenly taking all these meaningless pain pills and his feeling of a need to lash onto something in his life, other than the ridiculous hours spent in coffee shops and book stores, scanning the people for an interesting conversation. The nights without sleep, randomly calling his ex girlfriends and breathing heavily over the receiver or hanging up on them when they say hello. His contemplation of changing religions and becoming a hari krishna, shaving his head and dancing in airports, looking like a sick nazi with a blindness, bathing problem. The situations are endless, his analyst believes he may have a brain tumor and asks him to make an appointment for a cat scan. He goes to the bar and shouts "Bottoms up!" to the bartender. "Would you like a drink?" the bartender asks. "But of course, and whats more i've brought culture!"