For Those of You Who Don't Know ...

For those who don’t know, my day job is Loss Prevention/Security at a Tenderloin Walgreens.

I’ve been having a problem with a particularly aggressive scumbag for about a year. He literally comes into my store and taunts me, screaming, “Fuck you,” and calling me a “Child molester.”

While I’ve never caught him stealing, my co-workers say he comes in early in the AM before I get there and steals by the truckload.

He’s even been known to put his head in the door while I’m there and scream, “Run, little bitch!”

He’s taller than me, about 6’3” but with a body built by needles, meth and heroin.

I’m a solid 5’10”, 225 pounds. I’d love to have him inside a boxing ring, or in a dark alley on a rainy night with nothing but our fists.

Yesterday, I saw him during my lunch break. Words were exchanged, he even said, “Go back into Walgreens before I kill you,” and I told him I was off the clock and could do whatever I wanted.

He continued to threaten me.

In front of the Motor Lodge on Polk and Eddy, he did this weird sideways lunge towards me and I belted him hard with a right elbow and Junkie Scumbag went down sack of potatoes. I could’ve kicked him, put my knee to his chest and landed more blows to his face but I let him get up and when he did, he’s screaming that he’s going to kill me. I stay in front of the motel while he goes across the street, screaming he’s going to kill me but he also admits he won’t fight me, “You’re bigger than me but I will kill you.”

Junkie Scumbag then pulls out a butcher knife from his backpack and from across the street in front of the Chinese Restaurant in the brick building across from the KFC, and while screaming, threatening me, and marching forward with his butcher knife extended he comes across the street back towards the motel where I knocked him down.

When he gets about 5, 6 feet away from me, I realize this fucker is really going to kill me, so I turn around and run the opposite direction.

Junkie Scumbag laughs, calling me a big coward. I stop at the residential hotel by the motor lodge where a young Asian dude in a suit is calling the police on his cell phone, saying, “Somebody is trying to kill the Walgreens guy on Eddy St.”

I look around. I’ve never had a bigger audience. Polk Street Transexual prostitutes are on their cell phones, cab drivers out of their taxis on their phones, the elderlies at the old folks home are outside in their canes and walkers. KFC employees are outside. Middle-Easterners and old black men standing outside liquor stores shaking their heads. It’s crazy.

Cops arrive within seconds, that’s not an exaggeration.

Handcuffed and on the sidewalk, the tall junkie continues to threaten me and berate me, calling me a liar, a child molester. (where the fuck did he get that from?) and telling the cops I started it (when he’s been taunting me for a year.)

Then he proceeds to cry like a baby saying, “I’m homeless! I had to spend Christmas away from my family! I was suppose to start a new job tomorrow,” all the while being handcuffed on the street.

When I asked a cop if my bully had a criminal record, the cop said an emphatic ‘Yeah’ like I was stupid for asking.

I never learn his name but his backpack is filled with drugs; H, needles, full prescription bottles with other people’s names on it, and the best part?

Junkie Scumbag is currently on probation.

Yes, he committed a Class A Felony, pulling out a butcher knife and threatening murder, while being on probation.

I filled out a police report and received paper-work for being a “Victim of Violent Crime.’

Various witnesses also came forward, volunteering to testify that Junkie Scumbag was threatening me.

What a lunch-break!

San Francisco may proceed to prosecute this guy with an attempted murder charge whether I press charges or not.

I probably will. He’d been fucking with me for awhile.

While I’m proud I knocked this guy down, fair and square, (he did LUNGE at me,) my street-fighting days are over. The next scumbag will pull out a gun.


I’ve got stuff to lose; multiple jobs, the start of a writing career and my own life. A junkie scumbag on probation who will pull out a butcher knife and try to kill somebody while he’s got a backpack filled with drugs has nothing to lose, and no brain inside his fucking head.

In the past, you could just hit a guy for being a dick, then no more dick problem, but those days are over.

Ezekiel Tyrus

1/13/2014