Friends, my dear friends, please live a good life; the junk comes back to haunt you… trust me - old age dementia.
It’s always nice to have friends who remind you that you have a life outside the CLI.
Was watching a lil news bit on a gangster running from an officer who fell in a struggle with the cop when a gun under the coat of the fugitive went off and ended up killing the fleeing criminal. I made a goofy comment on it and how gangstas need shooting and safety lessons, not realizing that I set off a nerve of a patient here who says he’s trapped in the life. I’ve given him my testimony and am helping him with his bible studies. We seem to be friends now, although he insists that he doesn’t have friends, only associates. (I don’t care, my prayers are looking out for him too.)