Gulping down thorazines.

The number one reason why this weather is great: Floaters. The number one reason why this weather sucks so much: The Crazies come out of the woodwork. Coming down Fourth Avenue just now: First I got stuck behind a senile man making Three Stooges-type noises. Then I passed by a guy shadow boxing with his reflection in the KMart window and shouting about "the smoke." Finally--and I kind of wonder if this guy wasn't really some sort of Black Bloc/Situationist type--I happened on a homeless dude facing the front windows of the Astor Place Starbucks with his pants down, playing with himself. A crowd of onlookers hooted and hollered. Meanwhile a cop bought a candy bar at the newsstand.

Magazine - My Mind Ain't So Open