something hella racist
and scary just happened to me walking to civic center. i know i shouldn’t be in the TL at night alone but a girl’s got to get home right? anyway, a crazy person walked up to me hella in a bee-line formation, stopped, looked at me CRAZY, threw a cd on the ground at my feet and it shattered with great added effect, and he yelled KONNICHIWA!!!!! well guess what dude? that shit is hella frightening! i advise not doing that to young ladies on their way home anymore.
This story kind of reminds me of something opposite—a homeless person being nice to me but me automatically thinking he was crazy and out to kill me.
I remember this one time I was about to light a cigarette and a bum who had been sitting on the wall and staring at me came rushing toward me with what would turn out to be a lighter. I was completely freaked out cause I thought he was going to jump me. And given the part of town, I assumed he would not just jump me, but do a ton of other things to me…over a period of weeks…in a soundproof bunker…underneath the loudest Polk Street bar. [shudder…eww Polk Street]. Inevitably the story would then be heard by millions in an overly dramatized movie showcased on the Lifetime Movie Network.
Anyway, … it was scary since I wasn’t able to confirm said object was a lighter until the flame was literally two inches away from my eye ball. Let’s just say it may have singed an eyelash or two. Or at least melted them into one long waxy eyelash.
Granted, he was trying to be nice, but let’s just say the violent homeless situation can be so bad sometimes that we always seem to be on the defense. Nonetheless, I consider myself one of the lucky ones, and I still contend that it’s all about offensive loitering people!
3 years ago