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Wow. My stuff is starting to seem kind of run of the mill ...
Restraining a naked male former state hospital social worker after he ripped the purple velvet pants he was wearing to shreds.
Having to assist a drunk paraplegic man in his attempt to self-cath.
Dodging balls of spit.
Attempting to interview someone whose entire vocabulary consisted of two words, "Fuck" and "You."
Attemping to interview someone with an extensive vocabulary who had no grasp of syntax or meaning.
Failing to keep a straight face when someone who did not otherwise seem psychotic told me that he had an alien encounter.
Turning over the soil in the flower bed looking for needles, crack pipes, and weapons.
Dumping a cup of water onto the ashtray on the front porch because it caught fire. Again.
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