Oh, snap, I had forgotten about that.
I spooked the crap out of fellow students at my school, especially at night there on campus. They'd see me in the distance, and suddenly changed direction.
This was Fordham University, which was like a suburbanite preppy cheerleader jocko transplant school.
Me wearing layered-up trench coats didn't help, but that was starting in '92 before even this or Columbine happened. People would even asked me if I was a Satanist, a witch or even one time, the Devil. This person is having a conversation with me, and they asked me if I was the Devil. I said that yes I was.