Life imitating something…

On the heels of my meeting Sal, a narcoleptic who was once a private detective, there's this harrowing story from speculative fiction author extraordinaire Tim Pratt, who was reading The Harlequin and the Train while riding a train:

"I read it on a train on the day this happened:

As soon as I came down the stairs to the train platform, I heard loud moaning. I soon saw this blond tweaker-looking dude crawl from beneath the platform by the train tracks like a mole-man emerging from his lair, wailing