Joe needed his meds or bad things would happen.

I met him several times. Nice guy.

A buddy of mine employed him in his little restaurant in a food court downtown, kind of an act of Christian charity. Here’s the thing: Joe could do the job when he was on his meds.

But he lived at the YMCA and had no one to monitor whether or not he took the pills that kept him sane. You see, Joe had some sort of severe mental illness.

One day, Joe didn’t show up for work. He was never heard from again. Ever.

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