R. Jak 2000-04-06

Room? I'm in a canoe in the middle of the street. What friggin' room?

Since this subject refuses to acknowledge the room, it shows a deep pathological reluctance to discuss childhood horrors. This resistance will make analysis difficult, but we shall forge ahead…

No. Still in the canoe.

Note the complete lack of trees in the description. Obviously, there were no guiding influences in the subject’s early years. This could be key to the understanding of his pathology.

What path? I'm in a FUCKING CANOE! HELLOOOO!

Like childhood, it is met with denial.

Okay, now I'm on the canoe in the middle of Lake Huron. I notice a dead fish next to me. Happy?

Lakes tend to be very static bodies of water, which suggests that the subject’s sex drive is inactive, passive, possibly stagnant. What bizarre psychic turbulence would result in a dead fish?

Vessel? You mean another goddamn CANOE? For the love of God, don't you have a sense of decency?

A canoe, while being a vessel, is certainly not a drinking vessel. This subject seems to feel that marriage is something to be mocked and belittled.

Key? Path? What that have to do with it? I just filled my canoe with water and it's sinking! I do not need a key. I WOULD appreciate something that floats, though! You know, before I FUCKIN' DROWN?!?

Here the subject refuses to acknowledge the existence of the key, suggesting that the subject is chronically unemployed.