On 11th, I’m taking to Joe. His back is question mark. Shirtless, I can see a noose tattooed around his neck. Ever other inch on his arms is a scarred, dime sized pit: an abscess long healed. He has two unhealed on his left arm. Joe is skeletal thin. A scrum would break his arm. Unmedicated, he is in a spiraling mental health crisis. The world is his delusion. His meth addiction exacerbates his antics exponentially.
I put him on a hold tonight.
Today, he’s already been booked and release on a VRO. Jail recog’d him without bail. The hospital might keep him a few hours longer. Due to his behavior, he’s being evicted from his housing. By June, he’ll be another transient screaming on the street.
We need to do better to help these people. We really, really do.
Posted by: Ev | May 30, 2022 at 12:56 AM