“At least in small towns, everyone knows who the crazies are and what their deal is. Someone new walks into a corner store and they get the low down right away: 'Don't say hello to Angus out there or he'll make you listen to him play the spoons for hours.' In the city, crazies float around like balloons. You don't know one till she's hovering over you on a park bench.”
Book:When the Saints