Day 190, Missoula Rabble, Sean

While Sean was out walking in the blistering cold, I could hear Eminem blasting from his coat pocket. I asked him if he'd like to be in the rabble. "Why not? Everybody knows about me anyway," he said. "Why is that?" I asked him. "Maybe it's because I'm so damn handsome," he replied. I asked Sean why he was listening to his music without headphones. "I'm schizophrenic," he said. "The music keeps me calm. It gives me something to listen to." I asked Sean if he had anything else he'd like to tell about himself before we separated. He laughed and sharply responded, "I'm innocent."