Talking to myself 24/7 these days

Back in the U.S. of A., before we left for Africa, we ate at a Dairy Queen restaurant. Whilst waiting for our food, a young man in grungy, smelly clothes (most likely homeless) walked in. He mumbled to himself in a running conversation between voices. Possibly schizophrenic. The restaurant employees knew him and placed hisContinue reading “Talking to myself 24/7 these days”

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