Roswell Fanatics

~~~~~MAX~~~~~
"It's actually not as bad as it sounds, and it's a better doctoral job than surgeon, because there's less stress."

I shiver at the thought. Ergh. Why would ANYONE want to be a doctor? I mean one, you'd have to be good at that..science...thing.
Secondly, long hours and no fun...yuck.
And thirdly, and most importantly... your playing God with peoples lives. I mean yeah....this guy doesnt literally takes lifes...but he tells you how to lead them.

And what if you dont want advice? Why should he be stuck helping me when I dont need help? And why should I have to listen?
And I have always hated doctors. On the few occasions my aqquaintances...or bar mates....end up in hospital they give me these looks. Those looks they give you...the ones that say you are a low life, and a drunk.

As if they know me. They dont. No one does. So screw em all I say.

"All doctors are idiots. No offence, but Ive never met a doctor who is any shape or form good to both there patients and themselves"
Like that Liz doctor. She clearly doesnt look after herself. She needs someone to show her the way...

"And shrinks like you...there either awful and charge too much... or there famous" and charge too much. Plus its a load of physco babble anyway"
Thats why my parents went with Frieman. Cos supposedly he was "the best". And it wasnt as if money was that much of a problem to them.

*Maria*

Bored. That is what I am. Bored. I need a challenge. Something to keep my interest. Where did that Officer Guerin run off to? I begin to scan the hallways for the deluctable speciman of a man. "Here hottie hottie hottie." I call with a slight snicker. In all honesty I'm not really paying attention when I bump into a fellow cative. "Opps sorry." I stammer truly appologetic. "Are you okay?" I question worriedly.