ANOTHER SESSION , 1975 continued

	I told him I have a master's in Art History, but I realized too
	late it didn't exactly insure my future.
	So I'm getting a degree in marketing.
	Out of high school,
	I'd gone to art school, but somewhere along the way
	I developed creative block.  Then later I worked in
	a gallery where they sold all this terrible art and
	I realized that some people
	when they develop creative block
	may be doing the world a favor.

	He laughed at that, then told me he was building
	a Samadhi flotation tank, that I should use it
	when he finished it because it was good for creative
	blocks.  He invited me to his place.

	I told him I'd love to another time,
	but that I had my shift on the Rape Crisis Hot Line.
	Then he asked about the weekend;
	I told him I had my est training,
	and we got up to leave.
	Then the funniest thing happened--I looked down, and
	realized I had picked up Bob's bag
	and he'd picked up mine.
	We even have the same taste in shoulder bags!

	And I split, my heart was pounding.
	The herb tea had been caffeine-free.
	If it wasn't the tea, what was happening to me?

	Oh, Doctor, remember, this will have to be our last session
	for a while.  I'm not supposed to be in therapy when I'm in est.