Bad Medicine Page #2

All shoes must be black,

Marrex.

Keds are not

regulation.

Yeah, well, I didn't get to

that regulation yet.

I'm only on

page 600.

Two demerits.

Thanks a lot,

Sandoval.

Demerits?

It's like cub scouts.

Yeah, well,

you better be careful.

You're only allowed

10 a semester.

Buenos dias, amigos.

Hey, Carlos!

Everybody,

this is Carlos.

Buenos dias,

Carlos.

Sit down, man.

Gracias.

Hola.

So, where you

from down here?

Bronx.

What? The Bronx. I don't get it.

New York.

I'm Puerto Rican.

You're from New York?

Shh! Shh! Shh!

I thought you

were a native.

Shhh!

Good. I'm passing.

See, foreign students like you

have to pay $15,000 a semester.

Locals like me,

we pay $3,000.

$3,000?

You're the only one

Getting your

money's worth.

Yeah, well...

who runs

this asylum?

You're sitting

under him.

Ow!

Be careful next time.

Those pants

are too loud.

The pants

are too loud.

esqueala...

my hombre...

The heart

is all wrong.

His heart is all wrong.

like a lolado...

like a lo...

Shh!

Madera, Madera

mi Madre, mi padre

Madera, Madera

Oh, my god.

What happened?

He fainted.

Is he all right?

It's ok, I'm a nurse.

Stop!

You don't hit a man!

I know

what I'm doing.

Excuse me...

that's enough school

for today!

what was

that? What happened?

Sunstroke,

I guess.

Hey, I'm Jeff,

Jeff Marx.

Liz, Liz parker.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

You live

over the dorms?

Yeah.

Great

accommodations, huh?

Yes, they're nice.

Very nice.

Um, you want to go

grab some coffee

Or some bottled

water or something?

No, no, I've got too much

studying to do.

Well, it's the first

day of school.

You know

what they say,

All work

and no play.

Yeah? That's what

I say, too. Bye-Bye.

So tell me, Ortega,

Why do I get

these dizzy spells?

What happened just prior

to getting dizzy?

Can you discern

a pattern?

No.

Is there something

you're not telling me?

How long have you been

a widower, Ramon?

Since my wife died.

That's five years ago.

Any women in your life?

My mother.

I meant in a

romantic sense.

No. The pure ones

are too young.

The rest are loose.

Any lovers?

No.

Whores?

Tsh!

Do you masturbate?

You're

a degenerate!

You know, in England,

Many Victorian women

experienced dizzy spells

Thought to be a result

of sexual repression.

This is

your diagnosis?

So now you're

Sigmund Freud.

My religion

forbids fornication

Outside of marriage,

As does yours,

dr. Ortega.

And now, if you're

quite finished,

I must go.

Ramon.

Ramon!

Mother, mother,

let me help you.

Here, mother.

Come.

Where would you

like to sit today?

On the porch.

On the porch.

On the porch we go.

Ughh!

Bye.

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