I’m walking up 2nd or 1st Ave near 6th and a man, he said, “Come here,” to where he was sitting outside at a table at a place where I like to buy pizza. Man with grey hair, normal. Sitting with a younger guy. He said that I have nice glasses, I’m John Lennon. I didn’t (and still don’t) think those sunglasses really look like that. I said that to him. He blew off my response by warning me about Planet X. Planet X is a planet and it’s about to hit Earth. And nobody knows that it’s happening, besides the Pope. The Pope said something about it. No one must have listened except this guy. I let him finish got my pizza and wondered why someone would sit outside knowing that a planet is hurtling itself towards us. It takes me a lot longer to realize that I am not duty-bound to engage with crazy street people even if they seem pretty normal, and I think that is a skill people allegedly master around the age of nine.