You Want a Piece of Me?

This man was either having a bad day or he was tormented by demons. I found him muttering to himself on Wilson Avenue, pacing nervously back and forth. One minute he would be yelling at someone invisible, the next, he would close his eyes and rock himself back to a calmer place. He oscillated from one extreme to the other about every minute. In one of his calmer phases, he allowed me to take some pictures of him. While I was photographing, he suddenly erupted again. That’s when I caught this expression. He looked at me as if to say, “You want a piece of me?” Shortly after I took the shot, he calmed down again. I thanked him and kept walking. People like this scared me more than the gangs in Uptown because I couldn’t predict how they would act.