when I got off on Franklin in Brooklyn, some guy looked me in the eyes when I walked past him going the opposite direction. I looked hard at him. I turned around to see if he was following me, and he looked behind him at the same time at me. Then, about ten seconds later, I turned around again, and he was following me. I turned the corner, and he turned the corner. And the only thing I could think was that I didn't have any money and that I am big and a little drunk and that one of is going to have to die if he tries to mug me. But I got to my door in time. I went upstairs and didn't turn on the light. I saw him across the street, but he didn't see me. And he walked away.
I thought, "that was a scary situation."
But I wasn't scared.
It's the first time in a long time something like that has happened to me.
So weird that he thought I was a target when I was willing to kill or die if he had caught up with me.
that's so scary. i was nervous just reading about it. i'm glad nothing happened.
It actually put me on guard a little today when I went out to walk around a bit.
It wasn't a huge deal, but it was very close to being a big deal. It's been a long time since someone's been serious about something like that with me.
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