As he rubs his belly that is larger Memory
Plus Programthan normal for him, throws his head back and laughs out loud, I can't miss Thanksgiving. Over the last 6-7 years he has always been in the hospital for the holidays. Diagnosed with schizophrenia and a very long history of drug abuse. From the tender age of 12 years old he has popped pills, snorted, shot up, huffed, any kind of drug he could find. His favorite is crank. Well actually he prefers Cocaine but crank is cheaper for someone who can not longer hold any type of a job.
He is from a well educated family of doctors, lawyers, college professors. His mother from his description was a loving a person who supported him. She passed away a few years ago and he mentioned when she died there was no one who really cared about him left. He father a successful lawyer also has passed away at the age of 82 years old was a heavy drinker. He said in his fathers younger years he was an ass. That he drank daily from the stress of his lawyer profession and the mother was the sponge for the stress. He was close to his dad because he provided money for his habits and always got him out of jail when he went to far.
I have learned a lot about 'street living' from this one person. I sit an listen in awe and he has my full attention as he shares his life story with me. Our conversation is always more detailed than what he shares with any other staff. Mostly because...I listen and ask a lot of questions about his profession. He has served 3 years in prison after getting busted for selling drugs. He said inside that prison wall is a whole other world. His facial expressions change when he talks about his prison time. He comments," I don't want to go back in there. I minded my own business and stayed as quiet as possible." As I look into the eyes of the man with a tear drop tattoo on the side of his eye an a scorpion tattooed on his neck, for some reason I was surprised he was scared.
He is from a well educated family of doctors, lawyers, college professors. His mother from his description was a loving a person who supported him. She passed away a few years ago and he mentioned when she died there was no one who really cared about him left. He father a successful lawyer also has passed away at the age of 82 years old was a heavy drinker. He said in his fathers younger years he was an ass. That he drank daily from the stress of his lawyer profession and the mother was the sponge for the stress. He was close to his dad because he provided money for his habits and always got him out of jail when he went to far.
I have learned a lot about 'street living' from this one person. I sit an listen in awe and he has my full attention as he shares his life story with me. Our conversation is always more detailed than what he shares with any other staff. Mostly because...I listen and ask a lot of questions about his profession. He has served 3 years in prison after getting busted for selling drugs. He said inside that prison wall is a whole other world. His facial expressions change when he talks about his prison time. He comments," I don't want to go back in there. I minded my own business and stayed as quiet as possible." As I look into the eyes of the man with a tear drop tattoo on the side of his eye an a scorpion tattooed on his neck, for some reason I was surprised he was scared.
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