Who let the crazies out??

I *love* crazy people. Seriously,I love them. They do asinine things and wear heinous clothing and speak and act in ways that any human with a double digit IQ would never do. Right now, as I type this, I am waiting for the husband to finish giving blood, there is an annoying twit beside me brag about being in a holding cell too long to donate himself. He says this braggingly while doing the Justin Bieber hair flip,wearing purple plaid shorts and blue and black loafers and a tie dye Bob Marley shirt. The visual is enough to send me to the nearest pharmacy in search of drugs that will render me blind. You'd also he interested to know that this young lad would also like to get his hair in dreadlocks, I imagine it would add a half of a point to his nonexistent street cred. Now he is singing, I can't place the song but I can assure you that rapping is not his forte. Now he is kinda staring at me as if he has super human powers and he is attempting to set me ablaze. I'm not sure why, my phone was on silent when I took the picture *shrugs*