His name is Pick. He's got a ph.D, the lady at the coffeshop said lost his leg in a war, and left his sanity on the battlefield (with constant flashbacks). 'Buy him a book, give him a dollar', said the lady. 'Or leave him alone; he'll be on his way, doing his own thing. He doesn't bother anyone until he's stepped on, if you know what I mean.'
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nicely done