so i left early yesterday for a dentist appointment. i was walking down high st and i could hear screaming. figured it was a couple having it out or whatever. i turn down Rich st and i hear the screaming getting closer. i actually walked by the door i'm supposed to turn in to go to my car. the yelling was distracting me.. i turn to go back to the door and there's a crazy guy running at me screaming "WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?! YOU ASSHOLE!! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" it was a balls out, absolutely batshit kind of screaming.
i ran to the door, ran in and straight up the stairs to my car. luckily i was close enough and a little faster then nut job.. even though i just had foot surgery 3 mths ago.
i heard the voice still behind me, but i was in my car and flying. he must've turned back but damn that was nerve wracking. crazy homeless people... jesus.

"don't eat the brown acid"

Maybe he was screaming at the weather.

hahaha.. i posted this on my facebook and all these guys started calling me a pussy cause i didn't kick his ass.. wtf

That's always a good time.

I feel your pain, as I am a crazy bum magnet. I even had an encounter yesterday at the train station. Here are just a few of many examples:

Las Vegas (late night/early morning on the strip)

Wild-eyed, bearded meth-head says to me, "Can I have a smoke?"

I hand him two and ask if he needs a light.

His eyes get even wider and he starts screaming, "I'm gonna kill you, lip skin!" He chases me down the strip for almost a block. I am drunk and running.

San Diego (while enjoying a bloody mary in Seaport Village):

Wild-eyed dude in a ripped suit says to me, "God has a plan for you."

I say, "Thank you."

He says that god is going to bring floods and then burn all my lady friends till they're dead (I was with my wife and her sister).

I say, "No he's not."

He proceeds to yell to everyone else at the restaurant that I am the president of NAMBLA.

Police escort him away.

Columbus (Short North)

Chill bum says to me, "Hey my brother."

I say, "Hey."

"Lemme ask you somethin'," he says. "Both our heads could be wine bottles. We could go out for food. We could live life, man. Then when you don't expect it, I take you to the desert and I cut you. I stick you."

He pulls out a tiny knife and I run.

Columbus (Gay St. walking to The Bucket for practice with a 6 pack in hand)

Crazy bum lady (some of you may know her as Queenie) says to me, "That's a lot of beer."

I say, "Yeah but I need it. It's my medicine."

She stares at me all offended, then whips down her pants, squats and starts peeing while staring me in the eye.

I lock the Bucket's front door behind me.

Lip Skin? Well, then...

I was walking up to the pier in Ocean Beach (San Diego) two years ago and a homeless guy with a sack of oranges started yelling at me incoherently. I kinda shrugged at him and he angrily tried to chuck one of his oranges at me. But he threw like a little kid, the orange smacking the ground directly in front of him. I laughed, turned my back on him and started walking up the steps to the pier. Then I heard him grunt and felt an orange hit me on the back of my heel. I looked over my shoulder, saw two cops walking up to the guy, and continued on my way.