The Shot Heard Round the World

My parents are the best parents ever. EVER.

With that in mind, let me tell you about Dr. Zacky's Clinica.

The name alone should have been a red light special. I guess it was the fact that we weren't the richest family on the block that Olgita (my mom) took us to the clinica with the same name as the chicken manufacturer.

This clinica was one of the shadiest ghettoest clinicas in the area. It was always packed with people though.

Only 2 visits stick out in my head about Dr. Zacky's.

The first was when they had my drop my pants in front of my sister and mom so they could do that coughing thing where they cup your testicles. That was weird.

The other visit is the wildest, most unbelievable visit in medical history.

I am not even sure why I went to the doctor that day. All I remember is that for some reason I needed to get a weekly shot for God knows what. I remember it being super busy at the clinica that day. So busy that the nurse took my brother Alfie and I to some random room that, for some reason I want to say, had other patients in. We were there to get our, again I am assuming, placebo shot. Like I said, it was SUPER busy that day. So the nurse gets the syringe and gives us our shot...............................................

THROUGH OUR PANTS!

Mental PLOP right now!

Then she sent us on our way. Just like that!

That clinica was later on closed down by the state of California's Medical Board. I vaguely remember hearing about it on Primer Impacto.

My genes might now have jeans in them.

I was literally (in the style of Bon Jovi):

Shot through the jeans
And Zacky's to blame
You give medicine a bad name