I hung out with a homeless gentleman today. Asked him if he wanted a coffee, he elected to go with a large strawberry milkshake. I believe he had schizophrenia, or a similar mental disorder. He was from India, and came in in 1977. The guy was a complete mess, mentally speaking. He alternated between repeating everything over and over, and staring off into space, intensely focused on things that I could not see. I gave him the info for a food giveaway that I participate in when I can, I only hope he remembers to take the card with him and go.
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