There's this crazy homeless man that wanders New Montgomery in the mornings. Everyone who walks up the street to get to work knows him. He's one of those "borderline" homeless people -- like if you catch him on the wrong day, he'll rip your eyes out or pull your hair out or something. He's a screamer/yeller. He's usually not yelling at anyone except his demons, so I just make sure I'm aware of his location but haven't felt particularly threatened yet. He's one of the more dirtier, smellier homeless locals that I come across on a daily basis. If I have to pass him, I usually suck in my breath until I'm about 10 feet beyond him. I cannot take the smell.
Today when I was approaching the stairwell to get to the BART station, I noticed he was leaning against the cement block that begins the wall of the stairwell. Pretty unusual since I never really see him except in the mornings. This was in the evening. And I never see him actually on Market Street, which is where he was. Then I noticed that his legs are bare. To get to the stairwell, I have to make a turn around him, and I noticed him making arm movements -- not quite sure what he was doing, not quite sure I want to know.... My assumption is he was going to the bathroom, perhaps doing something even worse for public viewing. Regardless, I wasn't going to look.
Nice sight for the tourists. His smell followed me down the two flights of stairs to the BART station. You almost, almost get used to it, but I fear the day that I really am.
Monday, March 07, 2005
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