At a bus stop outside the county hospital.
Man (clad in dirty jeans and a T-shirt, carrying a backpack, talking to no one in particular): I got my meds, got my meds got my meds.
(He moves closer to a woman in scrubs)
Man (to woman): I got my meds and I got out of the hospital today. The psych hospital.
Woman (avoiding eye contact): Mmmhmmm.
Man (looking around): I like it here. It's much better than Miami where I came from. People here are much nicer.
Woman (still avoids contact): Mmmhmmm.
Man (looking around some more): Hey, isn't that a liquor store over there?
Woman (not looking at him or the liquor store): Mmmmhmmm.
Man: Whoa, in all the cities I've been to, I've never seen a liquor store that close to a hospital. (long pause)
Well, I guess those doctors need to do and get drunk after work when they spend their days dealing with crazy people like me!