He rubbed his head and jogged down the stairs. His Dad was taking him down to meet with someone from the Mental Health Alliance to discuss things and to maybe get some pamphlets on treatment plans. Things had changed in the way of medication since he'd last been evaluated. He was intrigued and fearful. But every time he thought about holding a newborn baby in his hands and then blacking out, he would swallow back his second thoughts.
As he got into the car he just hoped that no one would judge him based on the fact that he was wearing stone washed jeans and a Lord of the Rings t-shirt. He hadn't brought a change of clothes and had been forced to dig through his closet for the clothes of his youth.
"When do you want to do this, Troy?" Alonzo Hoya was asking. He was in his thirtie
