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Thanks for listening guys, and without further ado, let's begin.

So, I'm going to tell you the story of my briefing counter with a man called Happy.

And even though it happened around 9 years ago, sometimes he still crosses my mind, especially

on gloomy overcast days in LA, just like the day that I met him.

2013.

I'm working at a cannabis dispensary in Venice Beach, my block from the boardwalk.

A good 35% of our patrons were unhoused people.

Occasionally, someone experiencing severe psychosis would try to come in, but if they were

screaming or unintelligible security would just not let them in.

If they had and presented the holy trinity of medical papers, ID and cash, they were

good to go.

We had a compassion program where we'd bag up grams of shake left over the bottoms of

jars and give them completely free, but one per person per day to anyone who asked.

Word about this spread quickly on the boardwalk.

Generally, these people would be the nicest, most polite and considerate customers, even

if they did smell a bit stinky and their money got pulled out of a sweaty sock or something.

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