I lived downstairs from a schizophrenic in Spokane. She used to toss her lit cigs out her window into the yard. She also went off her meds one time, and ended up dancing around outside nekkid, going out in the middle of a busy street, prancing around in the snow. The manager of the place wanted me to keep an eye on her, and I said no way! She moved out a few days later.
And in honor of this thread, Sibyl and I are going to get a snack.
The people, the people, the people!