this morning I was trying to find a way to write about one of the worst doctors I ever had, a psychiatrist who was balls-out crazy and had an office that looked like an episode of Hoarders, in a suite of a fancy historical condo complex called the Philadelphian, of all places (this was in Philly). Unfortunately, I couldn't put pen to paper on this one (as it's been well documented that I'm too lazy to write, often, and I'm in a shit mood to boot right now, so no patience) and there were no exposes on this guy. I did find this inappropriately jaunty piece about this "character" though. does his craziness come through? P.S. in his office's bathroom, there was a bath tub overflowing with old thrift store paintings. He kept patients waiting for over an hour while he did unscheduled exercise routines in the adjacent converted laundry room that had jerry-rigged exercise equipment in it, blasting classic rock. patients would be like "uh, doctor, are y...