The guy on the bus behind me was talking to himself today. He was talking about how much he paid for his batteries, and how discontent he was because it was so expensive. He likes the CD he was listening to, and he made sure the rest of the bus knew. He just kept on talking and talking. Normally, the people I see talking to themselves are usually middle-aged. I might take notice of it--perhaps even be slightly amused by it--but this was just sad. This kid was a few weeks short of 17. (He said that in one of his ramblings.) I guess craziness has to start somewhere.