one of my crazies

poobah, remember when we were on the phone the other night and i was interrupted by a 50-year-old autistic man asking for free stuff?

this is him. david's the name. he comes in and asks for free cupcakes or brownies or cookies and then he falls asleep on the table, like so:



tonight is almost unbearable. i wish i could snooze like david.

here's a blog post our friend wally wrote about david and an interaction my homie jeff had with him. i don't like "penny farthing" so ignore the niceties he spews.