photo via Vice Magazine's Do's & Don'ts

I’ve been telling my friends about this homeless man I had a conversation with right before I left for Georgia. It was one of those profound and heartbreaking moments where you realize the fraility of human beings and the importance of exercising and owning your choices in the face of endless adversity.

It started like all my usual conversations with crazy people. Crazy person is in the near vicinity ranting about the unicorns of the apocalypse or something equally crazy ranty. I’m minding my own business while quietly wishing ranty crazy person would rant elsewhere. Crazy person somehow telepathically hears my wish, does the exact opposite and starts a conversation with me. It never fails. It’s been happening since I was a kid. It’s always a little unnerving, but I take solace in the fact that the minute they sit down next to me, they’re always lucid. No more angry diatribes about the evil of psychedelic squirrels and their scheming or the importance of tinfoil hats in receiving messages from aliens. I’ve decided that either all crazy people are just pretending to be crazy for their own entertainment, or i possess the potentially useless super power of crazy person whisperer. Whatever it is, it keeps me from being shanked with a spork on the subway by a schizophrenic. Read the rest of this entry »