So, I’m hanging out near the burrito stand in the local mall with a friend of mine, and a guy walks past. Well dressed dude, clean shaven, nice haircut. Very normal looking. Except for two things:
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He’s carrying a large, leather bound Bible. Nothing wrong with the Bible, per se, but it’s unusual reading material for hanging out at the mall. But, hey, so he’s very religious. Nothing in the world wrong with that. I wouldn’t have really noticed it at all if it weren’t for number 2.
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He’s talking to himself. And as he walks past me, I distinctly hear him say, “I’m just one man; what can I do?”
That’s a… disturbing question to ask somebody who doesn’t exsist, you know? “Deeply interested in religion” and “Hears voices” are kind of a dangerous combo. I can’t help but wonder if the answer he heard was, “First, buy a rifle…”
At any rate, might be a good idea to avoid clocktowers and book depositories in the Bay Area in the immediate future.