Nathan Anderson is looking back at me through the visitor’s window at the Lane County Jail. He’s wearing inmate scrubs and has old, shiny scars up his left forearm. He holds a note up to the glass.
“PTSD, depression, ADHD, obsessive compulsive disorder, bipolar disorder,” the note reads.
I hold up my response to the glass: “When you were on the streets of Eugene, what were your daily symptoms?”