I was walking down the street and a crazy guy passed me shouting at the top of his lungs. But when he got right in front of me, something odd happened. He began yelling exactly what I was thinking about. It was a little bit difficult to understand because there was a lot of gibberish mixed in, but I'm pretty sure he was saying he likes cherry pie. Then I thought, what if he's not crazy, what if he can read minds and yells out whatever people are thinking about around him. Then I thought maybe I was projecting my idea and had confused his gibberish, maybe he was saying he liked 'berry pie' or 'the film the fly' and I'd mixed it up in his gibberish. If I ever see him again, I'm going to follow him around as long as I can. Then we'll see who's really crazy.