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	<title>Meccanized &#187; Barry</title>
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		<title>How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bum</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 18:44:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ever since I was hit by a crazy person outside of my apartment, I have been noticeably jumpy around people who look&#8230;well&#8230;crazy.  Whenever someone lurches towards me on the sidewalk &#8212; a move that is often accompanied by one or more of the following: arm flailing, screaming, urinating, swearing or throwing things &#8212; I tense [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ever since I was hit by a crazy person outside of my apartment, I have been noticeably jumpy around people who look&#8230;well&#8230;crazy.  Whenever someone lurches towards me on the sidewalk &#8212; a move that is often accompanied by one or more of the following: arm flailing, screaming, urinating, swearing or throwing things &#8212; I tense up.  In writing, that actually sounds pretty normal.  That said, I often just get nervous when I walk alone and see someone in my path who looks even remotely shady. </p>
<p>This morning, I was out for a stroll in the gray, wet mist of an SF September, and I found myself in the gaze of  a homeless person lounging at the edge of Lafayette Park.  When he got up and started moving towards me, fight or flight kicked in.  I&#8217;m all flight, so I got ready to run and reached for my giant whistle, which until this point has only been used (very successfully, I might add) to herd friends at birthday bar crawls.  </p>
<p>But then&#8230;</p>
<p>In a move that truly surprised me (and I&#8217;m not easily surprised)&#8230;</p>
<p>The man told me I was very pretty as he handed me a flower that he had picked from a nearby bush.  It almost had the sweet feel of a mid-80&#8242;s John Cusack movie (&#8220;Say Anything&#8221; comes to mind), if I were Ione Skye and John Cusack were a grizzled homeless guy named Barry.  </p>
<p>Just when I am ready to give up on this city, something like this happens.  Seriously, made my weekend.</p>
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