Wyvern, Passion for Gaming

Mood - upset at football
Today's Song - Taking Back Sunday - Make Damn Sure

WOW! AN UPDATE! IT'S AMAZING OMGLOLBBQ!

Anywho, I started a story on Peter's comments and I thought I'd continue sharing it here. Basically, I was almost mugged about a little over a year ago. Here's the setup... before I bought Peter's sister's car I had no way of getting home from work unless I caught a ride. Glen and I had a system going for a while that summer (because he was up at the time and my parents weren't going to get up at one in the morning to pick up there 21 year old son from work). However, this incident fell on a day when Glen was still on his trip to Japan. So I had no one that night. I had been catching rides from fellow crew members but the one person that night who I could get the ride from had pissed me off incredibly and I wasn't even going to try and talk to her. So what did I decide to do? Walk home.



BAD IDEA



First off, I had on me that night a check from Peter's parents that was going to help me pay for insurance so I could get started on buying the car. Secondly, I would be walking down Franklin Boulevard between Brookfield Drive and Florin Road. If that doesn't mean anything to you, basically, it meant I was walking down some scary low lit shitty street... and right past an infamous street known to many Sacramentans as G Parkway. Oh, and to make matters worse, I was carrying a bunch of boxes I had gotten from work in a shopping cart I had found so I wasn't exactly the fastest of people that night. I'm getting pretty far down when I happen to look behind me and see two people walking quite some distance behind me. I continue to look back behind me every so often and realize these people are trying to get closer to me. I made it to right before the post office before the two people (who turned out to be two African - American young teenage boys) finally caught up to me and demanded I turn over my wallet. That wouldn't have been so bad had I not had the check from Peter's parents also inside of the wallet; that fact made it apparent in my mind that I could not let these thieves get their hands on my wallet. One of them had a stick of sorts and they formed up in a triangle position with myself as the third point. I stalled them for quite a while with just talking (good for my well - being) and was even able to bum rush the kid with the stick to get it away from him. Even so, they still stuck around and demanded my wallet. Had it not been for a random group of people that I didn't know at all who came to my aid, I probably would have had to end up fighting these two boys. I feel unbelievably grateful to those four people in the black truck that saved my ass and thank God for good Samaritans just like them over the world. So yeah, Peter, I feel you on that scary roads shit.

"You've got this new head filled up with smoke
and I've got my veins all tangled close
to the jukebox bars you frequent.
The safest place to hide long nights
filled with your most obvious weakness;
you start shaking at the thought.
You are everything I want
'cause you are everything I'm not.

And we lay, we lay together
just not too close, too close.
(How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together
just not too close, too close.

I just want to break you down so badly!
Well, I trip over everything you say!
I just want to break you down so badly;
in the worst way!"