An old friend of mine used to believe that 'All the crazies come out the first warm weekend of the year.'

While eating dinner Arnie and I saw the Hulk, the Flash, and Wonder Woman walking down the street.

While walking down Halsted tonight I saw a man sauntering down the street covered in blood.

While walking down Clark Street a man in a bar tapped on the window, and when he got my attention, smiled, and gave me the finger.

I could say my friend is right, but I was in Wrigleyville, so the crazies are out seven months of the year...well, six months...it's Wrigleyville.