Hairlooms (No More Room)

“You have an obsession for women’s long hair,” the psychiatrist rephrased his patient’s words. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. There are a lot worse things in life!”

“Well, sometimes I sit in the mall for hours just gazing at girls with beautiful glossy hair. My fascination is beginning to take over my life,” confessed the young man slouched haphazardly down in his chair. "I want to feel their shiny hair and smell their perfumed strands!"

The psychiatrist noticed the patient was twisting his fingers together in a nervous, repetitive manner as he swung his left foot back and forth. “I can either medicate you or we can try counseling sessions,” the doctor said in a bored tone. Since this was his last appointment of the day, he was annoyed that his sexy girlfriend was waiting with a ice cold martini for him at home. "But why is it bothering you so much?”

Putting his head in his hands, the man sobbed, “I have no more space in my bedroom for the swatches of hair hanging from my ceiling and my basement is beginning to smell of decayed flesh. How can I continue in my passion if there is no more room?”