- Apr 11, 2019
- 1 min read
I knew how to be tough when I needed to be, and also how to be nice. I was alert
and aware of everything – every bum lurking in the doorway, every dark alley,
all the drunks and the crazies. Even the creepy men who got off by exposing
themselves to me, I was aware, even if I didn’t look. And the man who offered
me five dollars to suck his thing, yeah, even with that sicko, I still felt safe in
San Francisco. Safer than in the apartment, at least.