There's a man staying at the Mission who always wears a shirt and tie beneath a Harris tweed jacket - no matter what the weather. He's pleasant, chatty and harmless though he does have trouble distinguishing between what is real and what isn't. I first noticed this when he was telling other clients that sailing and whaling were a good combination. If you owned a sailboat you could take a whale gun and combine two hobbies in one. Recently he told me that every time he used a vowel or a consanant he got paid for it. "It's all residuals," he said, "but it adds up."  He also has a million dollar tie, and has 7 billion relatives and he loves every one of them. While pouring a glass of milk he wondered aloud how many cows would fit inside one of those stainless steel tanker trucks. Speaking of the city university he said, "Those professors, they all have a Phd from Yale and another from Disney World. God bless em, those professors, with the work they do there, holding everything together like that." After a half-hour monologue consisting entirerly of statements such as these I asked him - as gently as I could - if he was taking his meds. "Oh yeah, of course," he replied. "Could you imagine what I'd be like without them?"