I think I know that guy!
It is more than 25 years later and it looks like he's traded his hockey helmet for a pony tail but I'm pretty sure that's the same guy I remember from high school.
In my senior year I would spend the second half of the day at BOCES taking a building trades course. There was a special class there which we dubbed the broom hockey team. Special ed kids in a janitorial vocational ed program.
Frequently while sitting in class one of them would randomly run the hallway with his broom, hockey helmet and snowmobile boots, screaming as he went...
clop clop clop clop clop blaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh clop clop clop clop.This guy had a particular fetish for crapping in the urinals. Several times over the year as I entered the boys room there he would be, ass to the wall in the jockey position, teeth bared and growling like a dog. If you didn't leave immediately he would cut loose with that howling scream. I would know it anywhere.
If only the camera had panned down to the sidewalk to see if his sneakers were on the wrong feet I could make a 100% positive I.D.