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I need to open a bank account for Douglas. His monthly disability check is modest in comparison to my monthly plunder, the more wealthy the patient the more eager to exchange funds for the expectance of mental health. But over time his checks will build and at some point an emancipated Douglas, after I tire of him, will need something for subsistence. Even dog food costs money.
Unfortunately opening an account means a visit to the bank, just one. But even that one will make an impression. Roger’s many bells, his nostril tube, and his hair, I have yet to cut it and have instead decided to let grow and groom, effeminately, all will draw attention.
What to do.
I am known at the local branch around the corner. As a professional, I have a business account and thus the manager is aware
