I managed to find Non-Raiderfan John on my first trip out since the embolisms. I had a rough idea of where he spent his nights and with the help of a few alley-dwellers nearby, I walked right into his “front yard.” He was happy to see me for two reasons: first, I came back—most people don’t come back; and second, I had his new state ID card. He immediately started showing it to the others, beaming. So many days go by without any steps in the right direction, even a small victory is a big deal.
He’d already had his plan for how to get info about his new court date since we requested it be moved from Phoenix to Tucson. Like I said, most people don’t come back, so he was already planning on going it alone.
We didn’t want to miss the opportunity to do the interview we’d planned on doing before I went into the hospital. It seems something always comes up making it impossible. I hope you’ll forgive the amateur audio/video quality. I may have to invest in some audio equipment if this sort of thing becomes a habit.