i remember another odd incident. i was going through the local crime book store, and there's this old gent, scruffy, mid 50s, bald on top with sort of bushy looking hair sprouting out the sides of his head, and thick, horn rimmed glasses. i'm walking along casually, looking at the shelves, and he's scrabbling through things erratically... he notices me, then he starts mumbling to himself, loud enough for me to hear him.
"mumble... no, got the.. another one, mumble..." then he started berating imaginary people for "taking my books..." this didn't bother me, until he started mumbling "i'll kill someone.." silence "..i'll commit murder."
it's difficult to describe the tone of voice he used, or the chilling effect this gave. things were running through my head; was it his idea of a joke..? or a threat? are there people out there who actually do things like this, and mean it? are there actually crazy people who want to meet like-minded people, and was he acting like this as some kind of signal..?
this guy clearly looked and acted psychotic. it profoundly discomforted me, and i felt much better after walking around the other side of the shelves. i also overheard bits of his short, rambling conversation with the lady behind the counter, where he babbled that his collection of books was "best in the world" and he'd "never sell them off".. and how he wasn't "fucking" paying eighty dollars for a book.. the lady serving acted as if he was a harmless loony.
maybe he was. but i was checking behind me as i walked to the train station.