Before I start this entry let me flash my disclaimer which says, I do not in any endorse making fun of or mocking homeless/mentally ill people. It is nation-wide problem, and instead of writing about them for my own personal gain and humor, I should helping with the problem..like I kind of did when I worked for HUD.

Speaking of disclaimers, remember this one at the start of MJ's Thriller? I wonder where sleeping with little boys fits in on MJ's personal conviction list?

Anyway right before I walked in the office, I saw a homeless man who was clearly afflicted with some inner demons. This is not at all unusual in downtown DC, so I was not taken aback at all. He was about 20 steps ahead of me, and he was just walking down the street talking to himself, and minding his business. Then, as if something in his head clicked, he ran on the street, stopped in front a car, crouched down in a catcher's stance, and he yelled out, "Hit me goddammit" to the oncoming car. I immediately burst out laughing. When you wake up in the morniong, you realize anything is possible but you don't expect to see that. Upon further review this man was not only mentally ill, but drunk too(which I admire at 9am). I ran in the street, gently escorted him out of the street, fought off the stench of beer, and asked him if he was alright. He looked at me and said, "Man I'm fine, what the hell is wrong with you, I almost had him". I just made sure he was off the street, told him to have a nice day, and came into the office.

Perhaps I should have escorted him into the Starbucks for a sobering cup of coffee, but I figured saving him from moving cars was enough. I really should have taken a photo of him first, then saved his life, but when my superhero instincts kick in and the signal is given, I'm helpless you know?

Drive - Bobby McFerrin