I Think I Need to Talk to a Doctor tells author Jason Ventre's life story-so far anyway. He shares his history for many reasons, but chief among them is the need to explain his life experiences so that others may try to avoid having them. Diagnosed with bipolar syndrome, he talks honestly about the repercussions of his decisions-mostly bad ones, when considered on a scale from moderate to devastating. He still deals with repercussions from those choices on a daily basis. From describing the funny challenges of childhood and trying to figure out what mattered and what didn't to recalling his failed relationships, Ventre paints an honest picture of a boy who was just different. Rather than trying to change who he was, he just went with whatever he felt-with unforgettable results. Now he takes those results and unapologetically turns them into lessons. Ventre reminds us that we all have pasts full of mistakes; although it might be a great thought to say that we can learn from our past, history has shown us that we're more likely to just "think" that we've learned from our mistakes as we continue to make them. I Think I Need to Talk to a Doctor shows that sometimes laughing at our irrational decisions might be the only way to grow from them and hopefully teach others not to travel down the same road of lost maturity.
I Think I Need to Talk to a Doctor
By Jason J. VentreiUniverse, Inc.
Copyright © 2012 Jason J. Ventre
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4759-0580-9Contents
Preface.......................................................ix1. Who Am I?..................................................1Part 1........................................................112. As Far Back as I Can Remember..............................13The Earlier Years.............................................143. The Introduction and the Finale............................194. On the Road Again..........................................225. When the Saints Come Marching In..........................286. First Love Lost............................................337. Third-Grade Problems.......................................388. The Appointment............................................419. Breaking Up Is Hard to Do..................................4610. Fourth-Grade Issues.......................................5011. Mutiny....................................................56Part 2........................................................6112. Torrington................................................6313. Grade 4.2.................................................6514. Short Lived...............................................6915. Sentencing................................................7316. Flash Gordon..............................................7717. Cry Wolf..................................................8218. Happy Birthday............................................8619. No Mas Numero Quatro......................................8920. Johnny Number 5...........................................9221. Take That.................................................9522. No Evidence...............................................9823. I Felt That One...........................................10224. Paging Doctor Ventre......................................10625. Sixth Grade...............................................11026. Middle School Romance.....................................11427. Blackmail Is Better Than No Mail..........................11828. Honorable Mention.........................................12329. Last Call.................................................12930. The Start of Something Not So Special.....................13131. A Mistake Followed by a Great Loss........................13332. Fighting to Move..........................................13733. He Tooth Fairy Is a Guy...................................14034. Procrast-Invention........................................14335. And the Winner Is.........................................148Part 3........................................................15136. Arizona Sucks.............................................15337. The Talk..................................................15538. Mexico....................................................15939. My First Job..............................................16140. The Rest of Eighth Grade..................................16541. My First Summer...........................................16842. Ninth Grade Here I Come...................................17043. High School Is the Devil..................................17444. What the Hell Did I Do?...................................17845. The Plan..................................................18546. Juvenile Hall.............................................19247. Do You Want Fries with That?..............................19448. The Permit................................................19849. Grade 9.2.................................................20250. Almost There..............................................20651. Snitches and Bitches......................................20952. What a Beautiful Surprise.................................21453. What Goes Around Comes Around.............................217Part 4........................................................21954. Greener Grass.............................................22155. Ladies and Gentleman of the Jury..........................22356. Back to School............................................22557. Time to Wrestle...........................................22858. Match or Miss.............................................23159. Why Would That Ever Happen?...............................23560. Disappointing.............................................23861. Sticky Fingers............................................24462. Home Alone................................................24863. Why.......................................................257
Chapter One
Who Am I?
Hi. My name is Jason Ventre. My friends call me Jase. I was born August 10, 1980. I have brown hair and really blue eyes.
I'm 5 feet 11 13/16 inches tall, but I claim to be 6 feet.
I hope you understand.
At one point, I dated a girl who just loved to tell me that I'm not six feet tall. I don't know what her problem was. Usually girls are happy that the guy they are with is at least six feet tall. They are also quite comfortable in their ignorance when he adds a few fractions of an inch, so they can just act like they believe him and not get stuck with a short guy.
As far as my skin type goes, well, I'm Italian, but there's no spot on an application for Italian, so I guess I'm white with a tan complexion. At least I don't say I'm caramel-complected. I never really understood why some people would compare their skin tone to food toppings. Would that make Lindsay Lohan orange sherbet—complected? All I know is, unless the ladies are going to put on the mythical whipped-cream-sundae bikini, they should stay away from the ice-cream topping descriptions; we're not that hungry.
So, getting back on track, my favorite color is green; I think polar bears are really cool; my favorite beer is Sierra Nevada; and I have a high school—equivalency degree.
I meet people all the time who say they have a college education, but my question to them is always this: "What did you learn while you were there?" They usually respond with the exact title of what they received their degree in, like, "Oh, I have a bachelor's degree in computer market research analysis."
Ever wonder about that? Come to think of it, it kind of pisses me off, because one of two things just happened:
1. They found my subpar collegiate résumé to be too unattractive to actually delve into what they learned at college. Maybe they just assume that my puny GED head might explode because I can't handle the transfer of all that knowledge.
Or ...
2. The only thing they bothered to learn was the title associated with their degree. They memorized it because they didn't want anyone to know that they just wasted a hundred grand of Mommy and Daddy's money and all they have to show for it is an amazing Beer Pong throw.
In the event that either of my suspicions are true, I say to all you brilliant college minds, "Experientia docet." That's Latin. Look it up, bitches!
So, I was born in Bristol, Connecticut, to a lovely Italian woman. Her name is Ann, and I was her third child. Things were great until she had five more. We'll get into that later.
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Being the third oldest child in my family, out of eight kids, was kind of cool, except I can't really brag about it. I mean, really—when was the last time the bronze medalist was interviewed and treated like a national hero? Imagine if Michael Phelps won eight bronze medals ... what could you even do with bronze? I guess you can melt it down and make a real-life statue of you losing to two other people. Come to...