Park & Knives.

Walking through the park the other day, I saw a man who looked to be imitating Steven Segal in a knife fight. He was actually wielding two full sized blades and throwing himself around like a drunk ballet dance. He was wearing sweatpants. Upon completion of that round of practice (I'm assuming I caught only a small chunk of the total scene), he sat down on a bench next to a man wearing a camouflage jacket and hat.

Part of me likes the idea that I live in a city that tolerates so much craziness that a man with big knives doing interpretive dance in a public square is not a major cause for concern. The other part of me says it's not 100% kosher to let fucking crazies, with no concern for their appearance (see above: sweatpants, seriously?), dance around like a tweaker while menacingly carrying mini-machetes and associating with either a poser veteran, or a real veteran hanging out in the park during the middle of the day, both of which are troubling. Just saying.