I still remember surviving my first mugging. It was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences ever.
It was a cold night in November. I was walking back to my apartment in NYC. A document blew out of my hand and into an alley. I remember thinking my boss would surely fire me if I lost it.
So I chased it. And as I finally caught up to it, a homeless man picked it up and handed it to me. "This looks awfully important sir." He said.
I thanked him, even though I was out of breath. As I took the paper from his hand, he revealed a gun under the paper. He had it pointe at my chest. He was no homeless man. He was a junkie.
I saw the desperation in his eyes as he demanded everything I had. "I only have my wallet on me, but I'll give it to you ok?" I said, slowly giving it to him.
He didn't believe me. He demanded to know the location of my car, and wanted my car keys. "My apartment key is on there. May I keep that?"
The addict rolled his eyes and told me fine, but to hurry taking it off, and to give him the damn keys. "If you insist, the car is on loan anyways." I replied.
That's when I plunged the house key into the hand holding the gun. He screamed as he gravbed the wound. "And since you insisted...." I said as he dropped his gun.
"Police still haven't found The Keymaster, the infamous NYC mugger known for killing his victims with the previous victims car keys jammed into their eyes."
I still remember surviving my first mugging. It was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences ever. Now I'm used to it. And the best part is, all of them deserve it.