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That title is a little misleading. I didn’t have a conversation with a crazy man. A crazy man had a conversation with himself, and I happened to be sitting next to him.
Picture yourself at 7:30 this morning. You’re tired, you’re cranky, you don’t want to go to work. You step on the bus and the only seat available is the one next to a man wearing a very fancy all white suit, and a grungy, dirty baseball cap.
Now imagine the man starts talking to no one. At first you think he might be on a bluetooth headset talking to someone, but as you pause your iPod you realize he’s speaking absolute nonsense. I would have given anything to have an audio recorder handy, but alas I did not. Here’s what I can remember. The order may be inaccurate but is that really important? (Note: Punctuation is intentionally left out as everything the man was saying was one run on sentence.)
You tell them don’t forget to tell them they gotta set their clocks back Saturday night or they ain’t gettin’ in and they ain’t gettin no Papa John’s you tell them you ain’t goin to court neither I don’t care about his shoes my coffee got burnt on yo ass HAHAHAHHAA don’t you never forget that neither I was tellin them I rode the purple line for fun it wasn’t no fun it was full of garbage and pancake batter man i told you no bacon on them eggs NO EGGS NO EGGS NO EGGS!
Oh Western bus, how I love thee. It’s rare I don’t have an adventure when riding that route.
