They make me smile, even when I die a little inside each time. One of the best parts of Philadelphia, apart from the open sewer system and total lack of tomato patches, is the crazy people. Today's crazy person of note is now only a warm fuzzy memory. I was a freshman then; specifically, I was SarahTheGoodCatholicFarmGirl. I was pining for cows and pickup trucks and scared shitless of the public transportation system. One day I found myself, after various Comedic Misfortunes, walking home from ...