Subway Guy: Hey, let me ask you a question.

Me: Ok.

I have a friend... he has been going through a rough time lately.

Uh-huh

You familiar with ecstasy?

Yeah.

Well, he did ecstasy three times, and after the third time, he became really depressed. He doesn't leave his house, doesn't go to work, doesn't go out or anything. He just sits around all day, depressed.

Ok

Well, how long do you think it would take for someone to recover from that?

Well, I don't know......Why do you think I would know that?

Well, I just thought you might know.

Well, I doubt after only three times of MDMA ingestion, that he would be suffering from brain damage, but serotonin is very delicate, and since ecstasy affects serotonin, it's always possible that he screwed something up.

But like how long, like a month?

Well, depending on what he did, it could be a week, month, year, or the rest of his life.

Well, um, ok......


This guy was a tall twentysomething Armenian guy. After this discussion, I paid, and began to walk out the door, when I noticed that he has come out from behind the counter and appears to be talking into his hand. He followed me out the door, and as I walked away he stood there watching me for about 200 feet.

Why he asked me those questions, and why the fuck he then followed me, have me very confused.