the lady who was laying in the gutter yelling "gimme my crack, I wants my crack"
the lady who always wears a leather jacket and leather hat with fake hair coming out who growls on the highway 17 connector bus
guy who frowns, wears really baggy work jeans and a baseball cap who is always at the bus station and lives in the same apartment complex as Julia
Phillip, the young, relatively normal-looking guy who usually has his equally crazy mother in tow who insists that when it's hot you should put wet washclothes on your head to walk around town. Pounded on the glass doors at the library to get my attention, got stuck next to him on the bus
Pink Umbrella Guy, Robert, who is the subject of many myths,
age 3, a kitty. Incidentally, I kept the ears on all year, insisted that people call me "Kitty," and wouldn't remove them even while sleeping. My ear was bent into a strange position for awhile.