Snippet #1588356

Donovan had just been sitting there, listening to the others talk about their little problems, he noted all of them, though to someone watching him, it would look as if his attention were to the stars in space. He was in one of his moods, he needed some kind of drug, and he needed it soon. But as soon as he heard the female, Deidre, say that she was a pill addict, his expressionless face turned upward to a smile. Turning his head in her direction he gave her a more than happy thumbs up, "i think i'll take this crowd from here."

He leaned forward his his chair and looked at the therapist, "well...last time i checked my name was Donovan, but everybody just calls me Donny," he paused for a moment then looked at everyone then shrugged, "hmmm, too much television for me i suppose, i was looking forward to everyone saying 'hello Donny' with their overly happy smiles." He then looked back up at the ceiling, his face becoming expressionless again, "i suppose you can call Deidre here my addiction sister, since we have the same issue it seems. But of course, i might beat her in the long run, seeing as, if i can get my precious pills, i turn to illegal substances."

With this, his eyes scanned the room once more, he figured that these people would find him rather odd, not for his addiction, but for the fact that he didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he was there. Which he didn't, it was better than his friends having to see him like this, and since none of these people where his friends, he wouldn't care if they saw him crash in burn. Fore, at this moment in time, he was just Donovan to them, Donovan the pill popping drug addict.