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    • CommentAuthorDon Kelly
    • CommentTimeFeb 14th 2008 edited
    This is what I learned today. The sound of a bullet sliding into the chamber of an automatic pistol sounds exactly the same in the movies and real life. This truth came to me one block from my apartment with the assistance of two Latino thugs, one big, one small, and both straight out of central casting.

    Before the gun it was just a demand for my money and I made a manly stand, tossing the small one into a car. The fat one said he had a gun while backing up, his hands remain in the pockets of his hooded nylon coat. I hesitated. Then came that sound.

    It's such a pathetically small machine to hold such power, the gun. Really. I hope few of you have to experience that realization while one points your way. It just felt baffling that our bodies can't withstand anything it could propel. The Moore's Law of death would apply it seems, things getting smaller and more potent.

    They took $32. That's it. No credit cards or cell phone. Just the cash.

    I don't know how to end this. I want to give it a snarky little bow and reveal some depth of my consciousness, but who gives a shit.

    Of all the dark, dangerous places I've wandered I get mugged at gunpoint a block from my apartment at 7:30 at night. I just don't know much longer I want to live here.

    And I can't help wishing that those cunts didn't have a gun.
    • CommentAuthormunin218
    • CommentTimeFeb 14th 2008
    oh, god.

    i can just imagine how that sound might sink your heart into your feet.

    at least the shitbag didn't shoot you, good for that.

    to be held at gunpoint over 32 bucks.

    bloody hell.
    • CommentTimeFeb 15th 2008 edited
    I had a similar experience. just cash, no cards-- in my case about 11 bucks. they considered raping me but decided "nahh, better quit while we're ahead."

    I live in Japan now, and every time someone wants to argue with me how much better America is or how important gun rights are, I just shut up and drop out of the argument and thank my goddamn lucky stars that I live here.

    [edited-- this sounds like I'm not sympathetic at all and am just trying to make this about me-- actually, I'm feeling so much sympathy for you that I'm about to burst into tears, but what good does that do you? all I can say is, I hope nothing like this ever happens to you again.]
    • CommentAuthorDon Kelly
    • CommentTimeFeb 15th 2008
    Yeah-bloody hell. Thanks for your words.

    You never sounded unsympathetic. Sharing the awful commonality of this experience is an act of sympathy. Thank you.

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    Very sadly and, I think very well known on the forum here, is the sad fact that this sort of story is all too common in my place of Earthly residence. Just wondering, thought: Were they adults, or children, your assailants?