Holy cow, if a T gave me meat (especially the smoked variety) in session, I might reconsider going back to therapy instead of the grocery store. Perhaps my being a hopeless carnivore is due to childhood trauma or something.

One of mine told me the name and address of a tattoo artist that he liked. I did not seriously consider getting ink done by that guy as I am very picky, but I did go to the salon just to see. What I found was a man and a woman yelling at each-other by the door. Way to find clients?