A few years ago I met a young man just outside the Anderson psychiatric clinic on 9th St while I was riding my electric wheelchair. We enjoyed talking and I've thought about him several times and wondered how he was doing. Several times I rode my chair past the apartment he lived in to see if he was sitting outside. He used to sit outside alot. I never seen him. I know this is a long shot but I miss his company and the time we spent together. I hope he reads this an emails me
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