BAD WAY TO END THE NIGHT

So yeah. OK. Just got home from being mugged at gunpoint. That was, um. Yeah. Surreal, I guess? Also? Bad.

Geoffrey and I were walking home from a bar four blocks from our house when some mo-fo lingering on the sidewalk (YES, I know, but so were a lot of people at 2 a.m. when all the bars just closed) put a gun in our faces and oh-so-nicely asked for money. He came at us out of a church parking lot, so thanks for that, big J. Luckily (I guess?) he just wanted cash, not credit cards, or cell phones, or wedding rings. So I gave him, I dunno, about $35 and Geoffrey gave him whatever he had and then he and his gun (!) walked away, and so did we. Like an idiot (sort of), I called 911 right away -- like on the same block -- and we booked it to my office (which was closer) and waited for the cops there.

So we have a case number now, wooo. And I'm a crime victim. Again (first time being when my car was stolen in D.C.). And some guy just improved his ranking within his gang, most likely. So congratulations to him. I'll just be here, I guess, safe (?) at home, trying to figure out how a city the size of Tokyo can be perfectly safe, but Raleigh is apparently not so much.

God bless America.

Comments

[Karen]

Holy... I don't know what to say. Just glad you weren't hurt! Move back to Tokyo, yo?

[Sarah]

Duuude. Karen told me what happened. Thank goodness you guys are okay.

[Bryce]

Holy crap that's terrible! I'm glad you guys are ok. Welcome back the the US of A I guess.

[Danni]

Damn kids.
Damn American kids.
(I'm old, so I can say that now, yo.)
Glad you cousins are okay. Grama, of course, has been worrying herself to death trying to think of a way to prevent this kind of thing in the future. I'll let you know when she comes up with some genius idea besides, "Don't go to the bar anymore."