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"Where did you grow up"?

Luis Rodriguez appeared regularly for his scheduled appointments at the store-front community mental health clinic. Although he came on time, he resisted the therapist's attempts to discuss his problems. He sat slumped in a chair during the whole forty-five minute sessions. Long hair fell to his shoulders, and his eyes remained partially closed as he concentrated on playing an elaborately decorated guitar. At the close of the fourth session, Miss Lawson, a psychiatric nurse, pointedly asked him why he bothered to come if he didn't want to talk about his problems. Mr. Rodriguez responded by playing a number of chords and then replied, "Why the hell do we do anything in life?"