There must be something about my energy that encourages other people to think lucidly. Whenever I pass Sitio Catacutan's taong-grasa eating on the pavement he acknowledges my presence and says, "K'ain po tayo". Yesterday I bought him a slice of pork chop and a serving of rice at one of the hawkers' stands. He asked that some sauce from pickled bangus be dribbled on his rice. He is definitely not psychotic by my definition of psychotic.

Must remember to ask him, sometime, why he ended up that way. Should make an interesting story.