You Don’t Smile Until We Get High

As a practice patient for doctor’s assistants, I humiliate myself for the chance to see you again

Illustration: Richard Chance

This one is pulling my pubes. It hurts, like she’s stabbing my crotch with tiny needles, but I try not to let it show. This room is too bright but I stare straight up into the light on the ceiling anyway. Now she’s tearing at my pubic hair like…