I was in Barnes and Nobles today-I got some good stuff, a three novel collection of Samuel Beckett, Finnegan's Wake by James Joyce, and a couple of Sherri Reynolds' novels, I'll never be able to read them, but still-and I ran into this guy who was just fascinating. I was looking at the graphic novels-alright, comic books, whatever-and he was sort of in the same area. I hear him talking but I didn't catch the words, so I kind of ignore it. He says something again, this time I catch it, it's about the store'e selection, which he thinks is poor.  I look at him and he looks at me and smiles, but it's not a smile that tells me he was talking to me, you know? It was more a polite smile, like, you looked at me so I should be friendly. I go back to looking at the books and I hear him talking again and I realize what's going on: His inner monolgue isn't inner. Think about if you went through your day saying every single thing that you thought, that's what was going on with this guy. I was fascinated, so I kind of moved away from him, but hung around close enough to hear him and watch him. I followed him around for a good twenty minutes. I wouldn't rule out that he has some form of differentiated ability, likely autism, but maybe Tourette's, but I don't know much about that one. Anyway, he seemed perfectly lucid and coherent, in fact he was pretty articulate. I really wish I could have seen him interact with people; I'm interested to know if it's that he can't control speaking his thoughts or if it's just something that he does and there's a bit of selectivity to it. He was by himself and out in the parking lot-I had stopped following him at that point, it was just accidental that I saw him again-he seemed to be having a vigorous argument with his car. I don't know. Personally, I kind of hope I run into him again.