June 22, 2019

Things got hot the minute I got out of the garage.  A homeless man called me out.  He did some one-handed push-ups.  He then threatened to hurt me real bad.  He was also holding an urn in his hand that he was using as a weapon.  I knew I was in a situation that was no-win.  Open up, I would be hurt; fight, I'd be arrested.  I had to remained calm, yet confident to handle the situation.  Calmly, I said, "Frankly, you're not worth me time."  I walked away.  However, the guy was getting more crazier.  Yelling & screaming, I decided to head back because his craziness could hurt an innocent person, or himself.  I had to head back.  I told him this lunacy should end.  And he was ready to attack.  He roared at me.  Unimpressed, I said, "Pussycat."  I went to the defensive position immediately.  He went for a kick, but he was far away, it didn't land.  He threatened, "That kicked would've broke your jaw."  That would be true, if I was three feet tall.  I knew then he wasn't a threat in that sense but I had to be prepared.  A security guard soon called & told me to walk away since the attacker was crazy.  I did, just to make sure there were no more messes.  It would count as a win since I handled myself calmly in a tough situation.  I knew I had to make the patrol short, who knows what he might do.  I got a lot of Batman calls, which felt good.  I just found out there was an Ariana Grande concert, which meant tons of people.  I felt more confident as I walked.  I couldn't do the usual area, since there was a fire engine & an ambulance in my way.  As I went back, the crazed man was there, fast asleep on a bench near a wheelchair.