A man went to see a psychiatrist and said, "I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm so scared...... I think I'm going crazy."
"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the psychiatrist, "Come talk to me three times a week, and we should be able to get rid of those fears."
"How much do you charge?" asked the man.
"Eighty dollars per visit," replied the doctor.
"I'll have to think about it," said the man, and he left.
Six months later the psychiatrist met the man on the street.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?" asked the psychiatrist.
"Well, eighty bucks a visit, three times a week, for a year is an awful lot of money. An old drinking buddy of mine, cured me for free. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought myself a new pickup!"
"Is that so! And how, may I ask, did your friend cure you?" asked the psychiatrist.
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed... Ain't nobody under there now." answered the man.
---- PAWNEE DAN --- ---
Sometimes I just sits and thinks,
and sometimes I just sits. . . . .