The Beginning of June

My past weekend was spent in Southern San Diego. I enjoyed humid evenings, warm nights, and drinks with some good friends and family. The atmosphere was friendly and COMPLETELY unlike the atmosphere around Post Street.

In the two days since I've been back I've stuck my head out the window and told two cracked out lovers (one skinny black dude with no teeth and a latin/white looking transvestite with brown hair and a big nose). The whole thing was aggressive:

Me: "Hey, hey you, look up, look up!"
Tranny GF: "Oh, are we being too loud, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Me: "I'm trying to sleep and put my baby to sleep."
Skinny black dude with no teeth: "Sleep? SO?!? So!"
Me: "Yeah my baby." (the hardest stare I could conjure up)
Tranny GF: "Oh no, we're sorry, we're sorry. It's all good baby, he's cool, he's cool."
Skinny black dude with no teeth: Incoherent mumbling as he stalks away
Me: "Fuck."

That was Sunday night. THEN, there's this afternoon when some homeless black dude with gray hair tried to come up behind me real quick. So quick that I had to put the brakes on him.

Me: "Whoa, hold up dude. Hold up."
Homeless dude: "well, uhh...wha...!"
Me: "Hold on mom, I gotta call you back." (hang up the phone with my mom!)
Driver: "Hey, you got a fare? You need to pay!"
Homeless dude: Shakes his head up and down
Me: Walk to the back of the bus and dial my mom again.
Homeless dude: Pays his fare and comes towards me in the back of the bus. "You muthafukkka, you fuk, there's a riot coming, a riot!"
Me: "What?!?" "You walked into me!"
Homeless dude: "Why you gotta do a riot, it's fukkkin 2009, fuck, bitch, suck my dick, there's a riot gonna happen!"
Me: "Hold on mom, I gotta call you back to take care of this guy." Hang up the phone. "Look, I'm gonna sit over here now, you fukkked up."
Homeless dude: Incoherent babble
Me: Sit uncomfortably on the 3 Jackson at Market Street and decide to get off and catch the 38L to the Fillmore.

I'm thinking of moving. Do you think I made the right decision this time?