I never thought I lived in a crime free zone. Actually it’s quite the opposite; I live in a pretty shady area, but having lived there all my life I’ve come to terms with it. The overriding factor though, was that I never thought it would happen to me.
As it goes, it wasn’t much of a mugging. I was fairly wasted and walking the last little stretch home after running out of money for the Taxi… no biggie. Someone to distract while another ran up behind and floored me.
At the time, through my alcohol induced stupor I literally thought: “What the fuck!?”
It took me a few seconds to work out what was happening… you would have thought the balaclava gave it away. “Don’t make it hard on yourself, gimme yer stuff”. Haha… like some cheesy line out of a bad film.
The words out of my mouth were inevitable. “Fuck You.” The fact that I was being robbed for money I didn’t have pissed me off. A short and nasty fight followed which I was always going to lose given my state, but I satisfied my own personal pride in not just giving up and letting them win.
I know I hurt the guy. I think I may have hurt him more than he hurt me. Either way, it was still pointless.
Other than that I had an awesome night out on Friday. Next Friday I’m going to make sure I have enough money for the taxi. That, or borrow the telescopic night stick one of my mates has and see if I can find the twat who did it. Fucking lowlife.
{ 2005 01 16 }