As I drove along Market Street this morning I saw a guy wearing jeans and a hospital gown (backwards) stomping down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. His face looked like it had been cut from his left temple down to his lower right jaw and then sewn up just hours before. I’m certain he didn’t need to be running around outside. He looked like he planned to be really angry once his anesthesia wore off. For the moment he just stormed down the street with this disbelieving and purposeful stare. Not sure where he was headed, but I wouldn’t want to be the one answering the door when he got there. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him all day.