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[wickedflea]

Crazy guy on the bus this morning. Hard to figure out exactly what he was talking about, but I think the gist of it was that he thought the snow on the ground was anthrax-laden powder put out by some "asshole fuckin' chemist." He noted that it was a good thing that it was happening in the winter, because if it had been in June or something, all the dead people would be stinking to high heaven. I was a bit worried about contracting the deadly disease until he informed everyone on the bus that he knows how to cure it before it becomes the plague.

One must take comfort where one finds it, I suppose.