Crazy people

New Yorkers are really very friendly. They help you if you' re lost or just smiled, even in the subway. But there are also a lot of people complety crazy. They spoke alone in the street. One morning, an hysterical woman started to cry because the Starbuck's waiter talked to her in a bad way. Yesterday, a man very well dressed (Armani suit or something like that) spoke reading New Yorker Observer and sang badly:You say Yeah,Yeah... I love you. His nose was a little red, and his arm (tremblait, mes voisins ne savent plus comment on dit en anglais, et moi, non plus evidemment). Cocainman, maybe...

NB: We had fun with George (alias Michael) last night.