Dr. JMK jumps up from his little tan recliner, beaming with enthusiasm as he sees a person enter his “clinic.” The person is much taller than him, and he loves that.

“Hey, mama! Do you have an appointment?!” He enthuses, flashing his perfect white teeth. His curly hair is a frizzy mess, and he wears all-white.

“Come sit! We can get started with you therapy appointment immediately!” He leads the person to the small plastic lawn chair sitting across from his brown recliner.