I'm not even exaggerating when I say it felt like we were a heard of gazelles or something and the homeless crack/fent addicts were like fucking predators or something and we were just all hoping that it wasn't our day to be chosen.

You know how when you're on the subway and some crazy guy gets on and you just mind your business and hope he doesn't fuck with you?

It was like that except EVERYWHERE. lmfao
There is safety in numbers, but once it gets dark you wouldn't see me hanging out down there. That's what I need some drugged out dude with nothing to lose with a bunch of extra needles walking around.

It was surreal watching people in the park with their kids while the drugged out zombies were less than 100 feet away passed out masturbating on the street.

I didn't even want to sit on a bench because I didn't want some druggie coming up behind me meanwhile people are walking around with strollers. Holy shit. No fucking way. They're either very brave or very dumb.

I'm not saying homeless people are bad and just randomly attack people but when someone is high on drugs, walking around in their underwear covered in open sores crying and speaking literal gibberish, I'm not gonna have my back to them.