9th
June 2012
Dear Cassi,
Mental problems are as common to the
homeless as shoes are on feet. Still, every now and then and odd one crops up
to take the prize for crazy of the day. Last night I had one of those folks.
I’d say in general he was the nicest
fellow. He had the laughing nature of an infant about him that I could never
understand. Still he was a man that thought out loud and lived in his own grand
universe.
He was noted to look in the mirror and
laugh carrying on about what great things he could do to help society. He
watched his reflection as though it were his best friend and enjoying his Talk.
There were cognitive words about
hydroelectric power and transportation, but he said nothing that I could put
into thoughts. He turned to me once in this interlude and said “It will work,
they’ll have to call it a dehiglofoop but it’ll work. It’ll replace cars in ten
years and everyone will be able to use it but if they come late they’ll have to
wait three hours.”
Finally he went to sleep and I switched my
fans on and let the cool air and hummm sing to me as I worked. As lines ran
across my computer screen I noticed a smell like fresh dog mess. Not so much
noticed as it nearly knocked me from my chair.
I turned my fans off and it did so little
that I turned them back on again. After an hour of experimenting in air flow I
just turned them off and left them off but the smell was choking.
In the end this poor fellow was taken to a
place better suited to his needs. In my business Cassi, working with the
homeless, I fill sad for every life I can’t better. Let’s hope this is not one
of them.
Find your place, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
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