[Seems like he wasn't the only addict out and about. He observed the other more closely. Hm, no, maybe not on something, but certainly several fries short of a happy meal.

Better than a cop giving him a pat down. Crazy was good. He could roll with crazy. Even if he was eager to get home and enjoy his new stash.]

Yeah, sorry 'bout that. My fault, I should've looked where I was going. [Anxious moving from one foot to the other.] Ain't no hurry here, man. I'm just, y'know, enjoyin' the scenery. Can't a guy do that anymore?