Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "the Unicorn," a mystical creature who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning wearing a ponytail that hung over the front of his head. "Good God," I said, whipping out my Spycam, "He has his head on backwards." And that wasn't the only hairy thing going on. He spent the morning flitting from trash can to trash can like a demented butterfly, collecting the dregs from other people's used coffee cups to create a brew all his own, a drink I like to call the Deadly Strepto-coccocinno. I've never tried it myself, but I hear it's "Good to the Last Drop ...!"