Just saw my
favourite local homeless guy again, Ciaran and I have taken to calling him Crazy Johnny, which is sort of a blanket-term for crazy men that we know from around our neighbourhood. Similarly, we call the homeless women Crazy Mary. Man, that sounds super mean. It's really not! It's said in more of an endearing way. I swear. Anyway, I love Crazy Johnny not necessarily because of
what he says, but
how he says things.
Today, yelling in the middle of the intersection:
"My forward progress is stopped by an invisible man!"
Awesome...and I would even say, poetic? Yes.