The Patient adds a soupçon of O.C.D. to his simmering stew of psychological disorders (depression, narcissism, delusions of grandeur, cretinism, vagina dentata, hemi-neglect). He continues to comb over the fabricated comic book company that exists only in his brain instead of doing the mental work necessary to improve his reality. The bats in his belfry and the toys in his attic are increasing at an alarming rate. If we cannot reverse this, he runs the risk of becoming insane in the membrane, and then he will have no brain.
