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I Was Sick

Judgment is Blind

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Judgment is Blind

They told him to load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and to empty them when they finished washing. Chuck is a bit OCD, and it bothered him that sometimes dishes came out with cooked-on-crusties.

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We Have To Do Better

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We Have To Do Better

He pulled up his sleeve and extended his arm toward me. Tracks marked the inside of his arm. He pulled up the other sleeve and swiped his fingers over the red places.

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The ATV Incident

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The ATV Incident

One night he got confused. His mind doesn’t process things well. He was pushing the four wheeler through the long parking lot (where it would have been okay to ride). He got to the intersection of two main streets, climbed on it and rode it through the intersection. A police car was sitting right there.

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Jesus Gang

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Jesus Gang

The policeman stepped out of his car, and the young man who had called breathlessly rattled his complaint. “These guys are gonna beat me! They threatened to hit me! I didn’t do nothing to them, but they’re gonna kill me! Some of them are Juggalos and some of them are Crips. They’re gonna kill me!”

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Saturday Morning With Bill

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Saturday Morning With Bill

I was sad.  The semi-lucid moment had passed.  It was clear I wouldn’t learn anything more about Bill today.  We couldn’t even converse anymore.  He just kept repeating the same thing over and over again. 

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