The Crazies

I seriously must see like 5-10 certifiable crazy people per day. Is that normal?
Mostly, id have to say, they reside in the mid-town area, or the subway.
Before I lived in NYC, and would just come to visit friends, they would tell me all these crazy ass stories about the crazies they encountered. I really thought most of the stories were just funny exaggerations, boy was i wrong.

Generally, I find the crazies pretty harmless, disturbing but harmless nevertheless.

However, this passed Saturday afternoon, as I was walking home on 10th avenue, this one particular crazy was standing about 10 feet ahead of me. Just staring me down. So as I am approaching, he starts to lift his shirt and slowly is going to pull something out. Now, honestly, i thought this was the end of me... cause he purposely made it look like he was pulling out a gun or a knife.
But what is it? A f*cking flat little basket, tucked in his jeans. omg i almost had a heart attack. And then he starts screaming at me "Its not for sale, its not for sale!" ugh