I'm calling a full moon
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
I am now going to make an amazing prediction. What's my prediction? That there's a full moon. Why? Because of the high occurrance of street-freaks on the way back from dropping off some negatives to have slides made. What freak occurrances?
The naked woman on the corner of College and Yonge, for a start. While not entirely naked - she was wearing some brief underwear and one sock - she was entirely on that intersection, clutching some belongings and drifting about amid the crowd waiting for the street car. The thought crossed my mind that she might need some help, but to my dishonour, I decided rather that the potential 'downside' in getting involved was vastly greater than the product of the potential good x the likelihood that she needed help. I say dishonour because I'm sure the right thing to do would be to just walk up and ask if she needed help and the let the insanity chips fall where they may.
Item two: an older woman of European demeanor, in curlers stopped me on my street. She said something to me in what sounded like a proud declaration. I asked her to repeat herself.
She bent over, tried to pick up her plump terrier (one of the dimwitted, curly-white-haired variety) and said, "My dog wants to shake your hand!" in that same tone. She held up the dog's front paws. I stooped and shook the thing's paw, and said, "Okay, then," and made my getaway amidst the commotion of passing commuters.
Now let's see if I'm right....
http://www.moon-phases.com/current-phase/current-phase-of-the-moon.html
Yup. It's actually full at 4:49 AM tomorrow.
And there are people who are surprised when I tell them that lunacy is a real phenomenon.