So the other night, at the Bupyeong Subway Station, Miss Jiwaku and I were waiting for a train when some weird guy stalked up and sat down beside us. He immediately stared at her, glancing at me for a moment and then staring at her wide-eyed. It was obvious he was not right in the head, and I figured I had two options: Ignore him and hope he’d act civilized. Ask him what he wanted. I was wrong, of course: there was a third option, which is to get up and move away from the obviously crazy person. The thing …