Lowering his arms from a defensive sheilding hug over his head, Laret Toomey breathed a sigh of relief, as the breeze had died down.
Toomey was a small, skinny, sensitive man.
One whom could not stand the likes of loud noises, rain water, or cars, for these all triggered mania.

He was released to the community from Massachusetts' Danvers State Hospital in 1992 after spending almost 7 years in the abusive conditions that the Massachusetts State mental health department so graciously provided.
He was involuntarily admitted in 1986 by his family members which would no longer tolerate his instability and necessary mental upkeep.
Diagnosed at a young age with severe obsessive compulsive disorder, catatonic schizophrenia, and crippling manic depression that sent him into manic episodes, often resulting in violence.

He had been wandering the fringes of the meekly populated area for 2 years, in fear and isolation from the people of society that judgementally shunned him based on his dingy and unkempt appearance, as well as his catatonia and tendencies to talk to himself, which were due to his obsessive compulsive nature and schizophrenic hauntings. Living in small makeshift camps deep in the 50 acre patch of forest in the small town of Danvers, which he didn't have the courage to leave once released from the institute.

It was a cold October morning and he stood on the newly fallen foliage of the deciduous new england trees in his mud stained, previously white tennis shoes given to him upon his release which were now ripped far past the point of comfort and protection from the elements.
His Levi's jeans were worn and holy from years of daily wear, and his denim jacket over a gray polo offered little warmth on this chilly day.
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