I met a kook who thinks everything is a conspiracy theory and started talking to him about Izzy Lyon. His name was W. That’s it. Just the letter W. He said that the moon landing was faked and so how do we know that they didn’t just fake Izzy. I told him that I didn’t even know what that meant. He asked me for some change and if I had any cigarettes before he got on a bus toward midtown.
Now
I can’t stop thinking about it. Ugh! I don’t need anymore crazy in my life!
