Yeah, that's kinda how it feels here too. There are a bunch of people in the neighborhood now that I'm pretty sure are on meth. Most of the time they just are weird to themselves, but sometimes they'll get fixated on you and come after you, and that's when it gets scary because they're all sped up and not really great at listening to reason. I've had more than one take a swing at me when I ride my bike down the street, thankfully nobody's managed to connect yet.
It's tough, because I feel like most of my neighbors are so willing to see the homeless people in our neighborhood as a problem to be gotten rid of and not as actual people who need help and are sick, but at the same time then you end up in a situation where like...what if Michele had been by herself taking the trash out or something when that dude was wandering around the garage?
Ultimately, I think we've got a right to safety and they've got a right to dignity and help, but of course our city provides none of those things.