Ah man that's unfortunate groover. I can see that picture in my mind.
I'm glad she is doing pretty smooth at the moment
The mind is something alright. I worked in a dysfunctional kids ward at Napa State in northern Cali. as part of my degree program. It was a trip to say the least. Had a 7 year old killer in there and he was brilliant, just brilliant. He could have no reading material at all. He could make things out junk.
One thing I remember well, was when I was taking a group of kids down to the Craft Shop and a guy ran up to the fence (they fenced in a good part of the ground so the patients could walk around) and said to me "You think I'm crazy? I get all the drugs I want. Who's Crazy?"