To the red-jacket homeless man I keep passing by at multiple places on Spring Garden: I have nothing against homeless/jobless people and understand that life has dealt you a pretty bad hand for you to be where you are now. I’m in no place to speculate about how or why you are where you are. When I'm employed/not struggling to pay my own bills I give change when I can. Maybe not as often as I should, but I try. I thought it was a isolated incident when you started shouting profanity at me when I didn’t give you change one day. You actually shouted at me until I was out of earshot. I summed it up to you having an off day. The next time you actually followed me to the corner of spring garden telling me how you hoped “God struck me dead” and how “my people” don’t deserve to live. And it’s happened again. And again. And again.You follow me, you yell at me, and I’ve had to duck into different shops just for you to leave me alone. I have never said anything to you, or done anything to you. I don’t know if it’s something in particular about me that you hate, or if you do this to everyone who passes you by. I don’t respond to you - frankly because I’m scared of you. It’s getting ridiculous though. Homeless or not, it’s harassment. If you were anyone else, I would have called the police by now. Grown man follows young woman for 3 blocks shouting profanity and death threats? Yeah. That’s harassment. —Trying To Be Patient