Halloween is fast approaching and you know what that means: our Friendly Neighborhood Zombie is on the move. That's right, folks, the man known for sitting motionless in the same chair at 7th and Montana for hours on end has changed tables. One minute he was seated at his usual table, and the next -- poof -- he was sitting somewhere else, clear across the room. "How did that happen?," I asked Genevieve. Genevieve looked at him thoughtfully as he slipped into his usual, semi-catatonic state and said, "Maybe he's into meditation." "Correction," I replied, "Maybe he's into medication." We both watched as he slowly put his hands on his head, switched on his iPod and closed his eyes. I don't know what he listens to, but something tells me it's not exactly "The Daze of Wine and Roses."