Perhaps it was the full moon. It was an evening and night marked by strange behaviour I saw a young man get hit off his bicycle and smacked to the ground by a car, in the middle of a major intersection. While he lay there unmoving, with a policeman at his head, the buses, cars and trucks drove uncomfortably close around his inert body. In the late evening on the subway, a wily young woman, pops unexpectedly through the closed door at the end of the car. Not only is it illegal to pass between cars while the train is in motion, it is highly dangerous. To my astonishment there was a small girl behind her, whom she was berating for not being brave enough. As she proceeded through the car, followed by the wide-eyed looks of the few other passengers, she continued her diatribe at the girl. They were now in the last car as were we all and when the train came to a stop, they got off and exited through the turnstile. All occupants watched them except for the two silently drunk early 40’s men across from me. One sat there blurry eyed. The other, and you ought to try this: while sitting squarely on his buttocks, slowly, but surely tipped/toppled over until the top of his head was touching the seat next to him. I was fascinated that his body would bend like that. His buddy just looked at him now and then through blood-shot eyes. I exited before they did, so I don’t know where they ended up. Later, deep in the night, or what was early morning, below my window on the sidewalk, just outside the front door, four men held a loud, long incoherent discussion for 45 minutes. I wanted to raise the window and ask them to st-u, but decided against it for a whole host of reasons. Oh what a night!