Lexington.

What a strange man I met.  I'm not joking, this is his exact rant, condensed down.  His name was Don Ho.

"You know how to fix the oil spill?  Put 58 million pounds of dawn in the ocean to cut the grease.  But you may be worried about the fishies?  Well fuck the fishies.  You'll go to the store and buy fish and it will tastelike detergent.  So what?!  Do you think I'm a man or a woman?  I'm both.  My vagina is on my knee, it talks to me.  Sometimes I talk back, I say... I say good girl.  I'm dating Hannah Montana. It's true.

My friend is a half bear, half man.  He lives in the park but I haven't seen him.  He gets in trouble for trying to steal the honey from Krogers.  Maybe he was hit by a car.

I have this rock, i think it's from Saturn, which is my planet.  (My friend Joe says "that looks like petrified wood.") Oh is that what it is? ("Yeah.. and that there is chewing gum stuck to it").  I see.  Women from other planets are strange.

Sex with women from Mars is no fun.  You don't feel anything.  It's like putting your penis inside a door.  But women from Pluto, they just spin around the whole time.  I've had 3 hits of mescaline and two pints of vodka."

That's about all I can recall at the moment.