A fellow at McDonald's today was clearly as high as a kite. He sat around the property outside, head banging and air guitaring, then later he stepped inside and started conversing with random customers about how he loves to read books written by serial killers, and how he got into a fight with another guy last night because he was beating up on his wife in front of him, among other things. All he needed was a hacky sack hat to fit over his tight corn rows.