Lunatic! Lunatic! Lunatic!

Last night a perfectly normal looking businessman was standing on the entry stairs to Suburban Station and screaming, "Lunatic! Lunatic! Lunatic!" at the top of his lungs. His briefcase was cracked open and papers were askance. I guess I should have helped, but I'm usually pretty wary of people who are screaming like that. Besides, I couldn't help but smirk, knowing that it was a full moon last night.

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