His parents still live in the area in a white two-story house on a quiet suburban street. A white Mitsubishi SUV was parked in front of the home on Friday.
Plastered across the back window was a sticker that said, “To Write Love On Her Arms,” the name of a nonprofit group that, according to its website, is dedicated to helping people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide.
Lets find out what nice helpful drugs he was on.
Interesting thoughts. Any ideas on how to bypass doctor/client privilege? Or would one be looking for a street person who is a dealer of the illegal variety?