Reminder that Ricky is very highly dependent on his drugs: he messed up his dosage schedule recently, and immediately concluded that one of his neighbors used "a Mafia device" to squirt a foul-smelling liquid under his door. He was worried that it was Anthrax, but when it didn't immediately kill him his buddy suggested that it could be a slow-onset kind of Ebola. This freaked Ricky out and he tried to tell various authorities, non-authorities, and people he met randomly on the street about it, with predicable results.
He told me all this on the phone the other day. I told him that this was all just a lot of paranoid thinking, wasn't it? and he said yeah, yeah, you're right it is, OK.
I should get into the habit of calling him regularly, I suppose. Maybe once a week, make sure he's staying on the line.
He told me all this on the phone the other day. I told him that this was all just a lot of paranoid thinking, wasn't it? and he said yeah, yeah, you're right it is, OK.
I should get into the habit of calling him regularly, I suppose. Maybe once a week, make sure he's staying on the line.