Socially, she's so inept that when we took her to the movies, she talked outloud, screamed, tried walking around the theatre, she even tried to fit the leftover snacks in her purse to take home. In addition to the meds, she sees three docs and is considered a misfit at school which = depression. She takes meds for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. When we get there, he grabs the mower from the back of the truck, rolls it up to the man and proceeds to ask the man about the part.after a few moments, WHY did that man turn around, go into his shop, get a shotgun and come back screaming, 'Motherfucker, YOU STOLE THIS LAWNMOWER FROM ME!!' So the crackhead takes off running down the street, I'm in total shock so I'm still looking in amazement because I can't believe my eyes and ears, and this man is justa cussin' and fussin'.come to find out, somebody had been stealing this mans repaired lawnmowers that he would fix and resell periodically and it was the damn crackhead that cut our grass. We used to have a crackhead that cut our grass, a friend of a family friend who fell on 'bad times' (more like crack times, but I digress) and he was good for about the first month (he only came every 2 weeks).but one time he came over and claimed his lawn mower was broken and that he knew where we could go get the part he needed if I could just take him since his ride dropped him off.you know crackheads can fix anything.so I took him.
