Recently I was in a state of deep contemplation, meditating upon how best to aid my fellow man in ridding himself of the guilt, anxiety, and financial surpluses that plague these troubled times, when it occurred to me that I might more easily distribute my enviable horde of wisdom at some sort of professional convention or other psychiatric function.

With deft precision I queried the internet, seeking the next available Kierkegaard-Jung conference.

That’s when I saw it.

An industrial strength conflagration of camaraderie, creativity, and other psychiatric dysfunctions. An event practically screaming for a therapist of my own considerable gifts.

A Psychiatrist's Dream Come True

The Cooper Young Festival

I cannot tell you how the existence of such an unrepentant display of revelry and relaxation in my very own Memphis troubles me to the core.

It’s such a tragedy. Such a waste.

Such an opportunity for new business.

Fear not my wayward Memphis, I shall cure you.

Oh yes, I shall.

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