So, I’ve witnessed homeless “ladies” pee on the sidewalk off of Sherbrooke St. at 9pm, I’ve also seen their tampons hanging in the bushes and “beautiful plants” around my building. I’ve also witnessed a man with his pants down jerking it at 7pm in the metro station near my house, steps away from 5 police officers. That’s not counting the daily amount of drunk slobs and skanks from out-of-town who come party-it-up on St-Laurent.
With that being said, last night’s events took the cake.
I was not 2 minutes out of my building, walking the pooch, that some homeless guy starts following me until Kiefer stops near by for a wiz. The guy stops. Stares at me straight in the eyes (I am doing just the same), put his hands down his jogging pants and starts jerking it. So i continue staring at him straight in the eyes and i yell “are you fucking SERIOUS?”, which alerted a nearby neighbor to step out on his balcony and to tell me to be “careful of this guy’… DUH. He then took over and got the guy to backoff and stop whatever he was doing.
This, mind you, only lasted but 30 seconds at most. I, now being immune to this sort of incredibly vulgar behavior, continued my walk. The whole time i thought: ‘what if he’s there when i come back? What should i do?’.
Thankfully enough the cops were with him when i came back to the now infamous location and i was able to tell them what had happened. The neighbor must’ve called them. THANK GOD.
When situations like those occur, happen to us, we never quite know how to react and we usually think after the fact wether we acted, reacted or ignored it. Afterwards we always say to ourselves: ‘Man i should’ve done this or that’.
I’m just glad he’s gone.