as lloydski said, "just when you thought new york was totally soft..."

coming out of the corner store, i made eye contact with a gentleman.
although i normally (seriously) get mistaken for an undercover, tonight i guess my look was transparent.
as i walked past this eye contact guy, i hear him go "give me your fucking money!", and wheel around in pursuit.
i ignored him until i heard him getting louder and closer.
i saw i had the crosswalk light and i dropped into 100 meter highschool track mode. i heard the guy call me a "pussy" from half a block away....but i was OUT, and i still have my wallet! brrrroooklyn!!!!!!!!!
you've got to work to take this paper.