I talked to this girl today that slipped behind me at a Kwik King when I was on line. She was hopped up on something, and she told me about her seeing a head doc and she had all these cuts on her arms. I nodded and gave her a pack of cigarettes and told her my name. the guy behind the register said I was nunts for telling her my name, but strangers are fun, and I think I wouldn't be running into her again. weird huh? 
