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On the way to fencing a crazy man stepped way into my personal space blocking me from moving forward.

"You can't walk there," he said.

"pardon?"

"I have a question. Were you... once... on a... those big squares... on the sides of buildings, lit up. Were you?"

"A billboard? Yes. I need to go to class."

"Fuck you then, bitch," he said.

And I felt strange, like I don't even know what it is I need to learn.

Comments

[natf.livejournal.com]

That sounds like something my dad would do/say when he was off his meds (he is schizophrenic). You did nothing wrong.

*hugs*

[imaginarycircus.livejournal.com]

I feel like I've had that conversation in the Bronx before except the question is either total gibberish or asking me for money/drugs/cigarttes and I hurry away.

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

*blink*

And yet, I can see this happening with terrible clarity.

[stardragonca.livejournal.com]

Right. You were on a bill board once, and he's homeless, therefore WOMEN ARE EVIL.
Check.
Crazy people say out loud what other people merely think.

[placate-me.livejournal.com]

Typical New York Crazy Moment.

What billboard?

[sociallyawkrd.livejournal.com]

Thomas sort of loved the crazy NYC peeps. They were a different brand of crazy from our homegrown kind (my parents who can restrain their crazy around him) or the kind in Memphis. We only saw a handful (more than I have seen on other trips there) and they were really the harmless being crazy over there not to us kind but he was enthralled.