Tonight as I walked home from a book club I found myself having to run away from a tweaker/schizo wildly screaming threats and slurs

He was headed straight towards me but I don’t believe he was locked in on me as a target. I don’t think he tried to chase me as I ran. 

This isn’t even the first time in the past week I’ve taken off running from someone on the street. Paranoid perhaps, but why chance it. I figure it’s better to be safe and just run. Get myself out of the area. 

But it was the scariest by far because I know if that guy made eye contact he would have almost certainly hurt me. The way he was screaming to himself was menacing. And Once you lock eyes with one of these men it’s over.

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