Cinnamon and Sid

Sid was a pretty ordinary guy, until about twelve years ago. He drove a tractor-trailer truck for a living and had a house, a family and a couple of cars. One night he came home from work and while he was busy making himself a sandwich, an intruder knocked him out cold in his own kitchen. He woke up a month later in the hospital and nothing since then, has been quite the same. The doctors, he said, called it medical Bi-polar. Instead of his mood swinging over a period of weeks or months though, Sid's mood can change from minute to minute. They used to call me Five-minutes, he says. I'd come by and stay for a few minutes and next thing you know, I'd be mad as hell or crying like a baby - over nothing. I usually just go on home after that happens", he says. "I'd rather them call me Five-minutes" he says joking, "than to call me Crazy".

Sid has no transportation of his own but he occasionally gets food from the Nashville's Table truck despite the fact that much of it (sweets and bread) aggravates his diabetes.