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incident actually took place on 10/13/96. Patient has compartmentalized this horrific event in his life as a dream—although he is aware it is not. Recommend further stay at this time, intensive counseling. My main concern for the patient at this point is his insistence that the nightmares that have followed his mother’s murder may in fact be more than that. He feels they are glimpses into his future. And a dark future it must be (See appendages to this report, file #3562-B&C ). Nevertheless, it doesn’t seem to have unduly affected him in his day-to-day life. My feeling is this is Bud’s way of trying to make sense of a horribly senseless act. Over time I think he will outgrow this need. More than most, Bud realizes life is a fleeting, fragile thing. Its destruction rarely makes sense. Home life of patient is quite stable, with a caring, understanding father. Only other relative is an estranged older sister who has moved away from home.
    Recommend release date: Early August. 
                                                                               Dr. Marc Ellis
     
     
     
     
                                                                                    
     
     

Chapter One :
    Ralph “Tubby” Tolson
     
    June 1st, 2,004
    Ralph “Tubby” Tolson hated new schools. He hated them almost as much as he hated the bullies who’d tormented him his entire life. This would be his sixth new school in as many years. That would be socially harsh for any kid; even if he were a well-built, good-looking boy—and Tubby was neither of those things. He’d always been fat, and not the kind of fat that lent him a size advantage over his peers. He was soft, his flesh yielding. Dimpled, where it had no business being dimpled. His mother called him “Husky,” which was mother-code for fat, but if Tubby’s tormentors had taught him one thing in life it was that Fat was Fat—nor did any of the politically correct terms for the morbidly obese change that fact one iota. At some point during Kindergarten, the other kids began calling him Tubby. The name had stuck, following him wherever he went, included in his school records and stamped on his forehead in indelible ink—or so it seemed to Ralph Emerson Tolson. The only people who called him by his given name anymore were his parents. Even his teachers referred to him as Tubby, which was actually all right by him. Tubby Tolson had a nice melodious ring to it. He certainly liked it better than Ralph —a bland name he ranked right up there with Eugene or Irving. Besides, it was an endearing nickname, given him by his peers, like Lefty or Curly.
    Of course, nothing could’ve been further from the truth. Like a lot of overweight boys, though, Tubby had learned the best way to keep from getting his feelings hurt was to accept the ridicule like a gift. 
                  His dad made a decent living, buying and restoring old run-down movie theaters. He’d find one in the trades, wait until the price was right, and then pounce all over it. Buy low, sell high, kind of thing. What would follow was a move to a new community, new neighborhood, and a new school. Then, for the next five months or so, his dad would work his magic on the theater, doing much of the work himself (with Ralph doing his heavy lifting on the weekends), turning a dump into a showplace. Then he’d “flip” the newly restored theater, selling it for a tidy profit. The end-results always made Tubby proud, but with the completion of the renovation, he knew a new move couldn’t be far behind. The worst kind of re-location was when he had to enter a new school after it had already begun for the year. At least when it was the first day Tubby was just one of many new students, causing the Spotlight of Shame to spread out and diffuse among the others. No one paid