Jackson went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I’ve got
trouble. Every time I get into bed I think there’s somebody under
it. I get under the bed, I think there’s somebody on top of it.
Top, under, top, under. I’m going crazy!" "Just put yourself in my
hands for two years," said the shrink. "Come to me three times a
week, and I’ll cure you." "How much do you charge?" "A hundred
dollars per visit." "I’ll think about it." Jackson never went back.
Six months later he met the doctor on the street. "Why didn’t you
ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist. "For a hundred
bucks a visit? A bartender cured me for 10 dollars." "Is that so!
How?" "He told me to cut the legs off the bed."
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