Ok.. I'm scared for real now...I can no longer work late on my creative project in my creative space. The homeless addicts are out of control. They moved them from the Bart area and Stephenson, and now they are all around our building, the store, the restaurant, and the holy stitch place on Market Street. After getting off the bus, I crossed the street, and a dude had a pit bull that almost bit me. He was vicious; I started screaming, ready to use my mace in my hand. I had to tell three addicts to move from our door and walk through the urine to get into my building. The bus stop is covered with bodies, and behind the addicts sitting is the gang of dealers. I even saw a guy bring his three kids over to get drugs the night before.. I called the cops, but no luck. Someone's going to get hurt.