So my brother has been watching a lot of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air lately, and I decided to watch some with him, and the episode where Will gets shot came on. This isn't really a post about Fresh Prince though, I've already done one of those, though I guess I may do another some time. No this is a story about me, and the time some guy tried to rob me. It's more than likely going to be boring but let's see what happens.
Now, this was a few years ago, and I was nocturnal at that time, and I was always out for walks in the middle of the night to the early morning. One thing I liked to do was go for walks at like five in the morning when it was just me, the road, and if I was lucky the stars and moon. They were very peaceful, and because I didn't really have anyone to talk to, sometimes even the highlight of my day.
One time though, it was about 1 or 2 in the morning, I was talking to someone, and they said they had to go for a bit so I decided to have a walk. This was back in the days when I really didn't care about what might be out there, man I kinda miss those. Fear keeps you alert sure but too much of it is a bad thing.
I got to the top of the street and this guy who was clearly drunk walked past me. After about 10 seconds or so, he decided to come back, and demanded I give him my money. I didn't have any on me, but even if I did he wasn't going to have it. All I had on me was my iPod and he didn't notice this, but he was even less likely to get that. It was a present from my mother, and I'd be more likely to beat him to death with it than give it him. Yes it's possible.
Anyway, after a few minutes or so of him threatening me and me saying I'm not afraid of death and trying to swipe at me, he decides that I'm really not going to give him anything, and he walks off, saying he's going to get "his boys". I walk off in the other direction, I was in no mood for some gay gang bang. When I turned the corner though I did run for it, but I was like a few minutes away from home so I got there fast, and told who I was talking about before what happened.
Did this contribute to my overwhelming fear of the world outside? Possibly, but there were other factors as well, some stories I won't be telling. After I got home though there was the usual fun you have with "I should have done this", but with a very psychotic edge. You see, this happened just outside a petrol station, and part of me regrets not beating him down, shoving a petrol pump in his throat, and then lighting it. But I think that would have attracted just a bit too much attention.