Day 20: SCARIEST MOMENT?

One of my scariest moments took place a couple years ago. When i was in my junior year of high school, I came home one friday night at around 1 am after a party. I wouldn't go as far as to call my neighborhood "ghetto", but living in venice, less than fifty yards off of the boardwalk, my house is constantly surrounded by our more-than-fair-share of questionable characters, especially once the sun goes down, and the sunny weekend visitors go back to where ever they came from. So as one can imagine, coming home that late, having an extra pair of eyes in the back of your head would be quite comforting. living there my whole life, however, its easy to simply forget about some of the dangers, becoming comfortable in the otherwise sketchy scenario. Anyways, that night, walking up my front porch's stairs, putting my house key in the lock, a little jammed after the rains we had had the week before, I head a snoring...a little confused, I slowly turn my head to the left only to see one of the local crackheads curled up in a ball sleeping, his belongings scattered all over porch. In the dark, this was an incredibly surprising and frightening scene. Only to make situations worse, as i open my door, my dogs started barking like crazy, waking the man up, who proceeded to go on a screaming rampage around my yard, tweaking out. A neighbor must have called the cops because in a matter on minutes, our yard was converted into a police chase-down.