Spalding Gray sighting?

As empathetic as I am, I didn’t dare to meet the eye of the man who, after much deliberation, sat down next to me on the nearly-empty bus, discoursing unintelligibly on major league baseball, the NBA, and the local purveyors of hard-core porn.

He was actually more Bob Newhart than Spalding Gray; judging by the long pauses and shifts in tones of voice, he was clearly engaged in a good-natured dialogue with person or persons unseen by the rest of us.