There’s a homeless tent encampment surrounding the SF DMV at the far east end of the Panhandle. It’s where I started my run yesterday.
Through the park, into Golden Gate, past the conservatory, and to the first bridge is 1.5 miles.
I turned around at the bridge, went back up JFK, past the conservatory, and back into the Panhandle.
As I passed the toddler playground, the only other person on the path was a woman 200 yards ahead.
As I got closer, I noticed she was talking to herself. As I got even closer, I noticed she was shouting at the trees.
About 50 yards out, she turned and starting running toward me, hands moving up and down, screaming, waving a crackpipe like a wand.
I swerved left into the grass. She threw the pipe at me.
Two women standing in the yard glanced at us, then turned their attention back to their young kids.
I kept running and didn’t look back.
I follow @shl on Twitter, but not @gumroad; @elonmusk, but not @Tesla; @sm, but not @Winnie. I pointed this out to Sahil. He said, “funny because I