“What the ev, couscous jay is jet lettuce squirk sausages the ev tip cat shave the sundae”
My son Daniel is on the phone. I’m waiting to hear something intelligible, wondering if he hasn’t taken his meds, had a few beers, or did some crack. He is living in a group home for mentally ill adults, and I’m grateful for having found a decent one that takes Medicaid and Medicare.
Daniel was bright, talented and popular. His...