Perry Foster’s existence on San Francisco’s Division Street is a long way from the life he says he lived before 2009. That’s when he was shot while living in San Francisco’s Tenderloin.
What were the circumstances?
“Wrong place, wrong time,” Foster says. “My addiction kicked in. It was over drugs, to be honest.”
Before that, he says, he was trying to make his way through the City College of San Francisco and had hopes of attending UC Berkeley. Since then, “it’s been a struggle.”
“I was never homeless. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I’d be pushing a buggy,” Foster says. “Not that I’m above it, or better or worse, I just never imagined that would be part of my walk.”
I met Foster while walking along Division Street last week, after the city declared the tent encampments in the area a public health hazard and before Tuesday’s operation to clear the area and attempt to prevent tent dwellers from returning.

