I don't have any problems with mentally challenged people. I feel bad for them, but a lot of them, always seem so happy. No worries to think of, no stress. They're free people, but I would choose life over freedom, in their state anyways.

We have a lot of them around here in the city. Whenever I'm downtown, there's this one fellow who rides around on a small bike. Whenever he sees me, he always stops, syas hi, shakes my hand, and he rubs his beard, then points to mine. He recognizes the similarities in both us people, so I rub mine, smile, and he leaves.

He's done this about 5 times to me now. Always makes me laugh (in a good way).

Peace.