Scott grew up with what his mother called “healthy scepticism” but which his friends called “debilitating paranoia”. His primary foe was Nature. Biting and stinging insects wanted to attack him. Trees mocked him, their creaking limbs sending shivers of fear up his back. Animal scat of every variety would wind up on his porch - just on the other side of a screen door.
Scott desired to be free. He was determined to make a change. He wanted to live! So one night, after several drinks, he took the plunge and danced in the rain naked, laughing hysterically.
He was cured.
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