The jailer

Abstract

They are not the most violent patients. Neither are they the flashiest or the loudest. But they certainly are the smelliest. These are the patients carted against their will into psych emergency grumbling and muttering, preferring a dingy alley to the bright lights of the hospital. These are the ones you might see zonked out on the sidewalk, the ones you need to step over and around if you are to successfully navigate certain neighborhoods in San Francisco. These are not the guys who aggressively “spare-change” you. No, these individuals are the ones who quietly sit in front of their