Years ago when I worked in downtown St.Paul I came into contact with a lot of homeless types...I parked down by the Gillette building...big lots down there...homeless dudes would rolling in from the train tracks off the southeastern end...
One day an indian (feather) obviously still drunk from whatever lighter fluid he consumed...came staggering through the lot into town, got just a head of me then stopped and turned around and started screaming and cursing and acting completely nuts...went and barked at a lady, I didn't know her but I started walking back to make sure he wasn't going to do anything to her...then he stumbles off still screaming and cursing...picks up a big rock on the ground and chucks it at a car...now my cell phone is out (one of those old clunky Nokia's c.1990) and calling the cops...I walk over to inpsect the car so I can give a license number to the cop as well as a description of the fool and I notice he hit the car two spots from mine and blew out the back window.
Can't wait to see what kind of special rights this ilk is deserving of...