My Religious Friend

Permit me to bend

your ear.

That look! Oh my friend,

I'll steer.

Just follow along.

You see

there was this glass bong

and me,

and there goes that look

again.

You should have that looked

at, Tim.

Your reaction is

tell-tale.

Really, it's no sin -

you're pale!

Take a deep breath, Tim.

In, out.

What were you thinking?

In, out.

Here. Sit on this chair.

Dizzy?

Loosen your tie, there!

See me.

Concentrate. You'll be

alright.

You feel so clammy,

uptight.

When was the last time

you went

to get checked? You're fine?

Here bend

forward. Head between

your knees.

Fine you do not seem.

Just breathe.

Let me take your pulse.

Relax.

This is not your fault.

In fact

this is just Nature.

Go home.

and when you're secure,

alone,

draw yourself a bath.

lay back -

Tim? Where are - come back!

Come back!