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	The fourth teenager walked over to the other three, as if he knew them.		The fourth teenager walked over to the other three, as if he knew them.

	There was no one else on the street. I suppose I could’ve crossed the street to avoid them, but I was intent on not giving in to some sort of irrational fear.		There was no one else on the street. I suppose I could’ve crossed the street to avoid them, but I was intent on not giving in to some sort of irrational fear.
	~~As I passed by these kids, one of them reached out and grabbed me. It~~
	~~was the guy in the basketball jersey~~.

	~~Even at this point~~, ~~I thought it was some sort~~ of ~~joke—that they were~~		As I passed by these kids, one of them reached out and grabbed me. It was the guy in the basketball jersey.
	~~horsing around somehow~~. ~~But they weren’t~~. ~~One of them said,“Don’t move,~~
	~~cuz, or I shoot you!”~~

	~~He stuck something hard and metallic into my ribs. It could’ve been a~~		Even at this point, I thought it was some sort of joke—that they were horsing around somehow. But they weren’t. One of them said, “Don’t move, cuz, or I ''shoot'' you!”
	~~gun. It could’ve been something else. All~~ I ~~knew is that something unpleasant~~ was ~~being pressed into my ribs and I didn’t want it there~~. One of them ~~held onto the back of my jacket while the basketball jersey~~ said ~~in a low~~,
	~~steady tone~~, ~~“Give me all~~ you ~~got, cuz.~~”

	I didn’t feel fear for some reason. I reached into my pocket, pulled out		He stuck something hard and metallic into my ribs. It could’ve been a gun. It could’ve been something else. All I knew is that something unpleasant was being pressed into my ribs and I didn’t want it there. One of them held onto the back of my jacket while the basketball jersey said in a low, steady tone, “Give me all you got, ''cuz''.”
	the sixty-two pennies, and dropped them at his feet.
	He just stared at me for a second. “That’s all you got?”		I didn’t feel fear for some reason. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the sixty-two pennies, and dropped them at his feet. He just stared at me for a second. “That’s all you got?”

	I nodded.		I nodded.

	“You ~~lyin’to~~ me, cuz?~~”The~~ jersey started patting me down, from my chest		“You lyin’ to me, cuz?” The jersey started patting me down, from my chest all the way down to my pants. Now his voice wasn’t quite as low or steady anymore. “ ’Cause if you lyin’ to me, cuz, I’m gonna ''shoot'' you!” At first I was confident that nothing bad would happen because I didn’t have any money on me. Then I realized that something bad might happen ''because'' I didn’t have any money on me.
	all the way down to my pants. Now his voice wasn’t quite as low or steady
	anymore. ~~“’Cause~~ if you lyin’ to me, cuz, I’m gonna shoot you!~~”At~~ first I was		As the jersey patted me down, I glanced at his friends. They were wearing black hoodies over their heads, glancing nervously from side to side. They had no need to be nervous. No one was around, except us.
	confident that nothing bad would happen because I didn’t have any money
	on me.Then I realized that something bad might happen because I didn’t		“Shit,” Jersey said as he stopped patting me. “You the poorest white boy I ever met.” He sounded disgusted with me. Perhaps this was their first time. Of all the white people they could’ve mugged in Torrance, CA, they chose the one with no money. I almost felt bad for them. I felt the need to explain.
	have any money on me.
			“I don’t make much money,” I said, shrugging. “I write for ''Paranoia Magazine''.”

	As the ~~jersey patted me down,~~ I ~~glanced at his friends. They~~ were ~~wearing black hoodies over their heads, glancing nervously from side~~ to ~~side~~.		“What the ''fuck''?” one of the lookouts said. He seemed pissed. I thought for sure they were going to drag me off into the nearby alley and beat the crap out of me—or worse. But then the lookout said, “Is that the one with Bat Boy on the cover?”
	~~They had no need to be nervous. No~~ one ~~was around, except us.~~

	~~“Shit,” Jersey said as~~ he ~~stopped patting me. “You the poorest white boy I~~		It took me a couple of seconds to process what he was saying. “You’re thinking of the ''Weekly World News'',” I said. “''Paranoia Magazine'' doesn’t have Bat Boy in it. I wish it did. ''Paranoia Magazine'' comes out of Providence, Rhode Island where H. P. Lovecraft”
	~~ever met.” He sounded disgusted with me. Perhaps this~~ was ~~their first time~~.
	~~Of all~~ the ~~white people they could’ve mugged in Torrance~~,~~CA, they chose the~~
	~~one with no money.~~ I ~~almost felt bad for them~~. ~~I felt the need to explain~~.
	~~“I don’t make much money,”~~ I ~~said,shrugging~~.~~“I write for~~ Paranoia Magazine.”

	~~“What~~ the fuck?” ~~one of the lookouts said. He seemed pissed. I thought~~		“Shut the ''fuck'' up!” Jersey yelled and gave me a violent shove that almost knocked me to the ground. “Turn around!”
	~~for sure they were going to drag~~ me ~~off into the nearby alley and beat the~~
	~~crap out of me—or worse. But then the lookout said, “Is~~ that ~~the one with~~
	~~Bat Boy on the cover?”~~
	~~It took~~ me ~~a couple of seconds~~ to ~~process what he was saying~~. ~~“You’re~~
	~~thinking of the Weekly World News,~~” ~~I said.“Paranoia Magazine doesn’t have~~
	~~Bat Boy in it. I wish it did. Paranoia Magazine comes out of Providence,~~
	~~Rhode Island where H.P. Lovecraft”~~

	~~“Shut the fuck up!” Jersey yelled and gave me a violent shove that almost~~		I did as I was told. Jersey pressed the palm of his hand against the middle of my back and pushed me. “Just keep on walkin’, cuz, and don’t look back.”
	~~knocked me to the ground. “Turn around!”~~
	I did as I was told. Jersey pressed the palm of his hand against the middle of my back and pushed me. “Just keep on walkin’, cuz, and don’t look
	back.”

	I walked, and didn’t look back.		I walked, and didn’t look back.

	I kept wondering if they were going to come up behind me again and finish the job. Perhaps they were just toying with me?		I kept wondering if they were going to come up behind me again and finish the job. Perhaps they were just toying with me?

	After a few blocks, I turned a corner and picked up my speed a little bit.		After a few blocks, I turned a corner and picked up my speed a little bit. That’s when the fear kicked in. My heart started racing. I kept glancing to my right to see if they were circling the block to ambush me. But they weren’t.
	That’s when the fear kicked in. My heart started racing.I kept glancing to my
	right to see if they were circling the block to ambush me. But they weren’t.

	The second I returned home I called my friend Wendy.Wendy told me to		The second I returned home I called my friend Wendy. Wendy told me to call the cops. I didn’t bother. What would be the point? I suspected I knew exactly which house on the block these kids lived in.(Think about that. You have to be a real amateur to mug people in your own damn neighborhood.) But the idea of me and a couple of mustachioed cops strolling up to a house full of black people while the Boys in Blue ask me to finger these idiot kids seemed like a potentially fatal idea. “Are these the scumbags, sir?” “Yes, officer, they most definitely are!” “And how much did they steal from you?” “Absolutely nothing!” “Well...we better toss these assholes in jail for a day—just teach ’em a lesson they’ll never forget!” Twenty-four hours later they’re back out on the street, circling the neighborhood over and over again, waiting to see me. That wouldn’t take long.
	call the cops. I didn’t bother. What would be the point? I suspected I knew
	exactly which house on the block these kids lived in.(Think about that.You
	have to be a real amateur to mug people in your own damn neighborhood.)
	But the idea of me and a couple of mustachioed cops strolling up to a house
	full of black people while the Boys in Blue ask me to finger these idiot kids
	seemed like a potentially fatal idea. “Are these the scumbags, sir?~~”“Yes~~, officer, they most definitely are!~~”“And~~ how much did they steal from you?~~”“Absolutely~~ nothing!~~”“Well~~ . . .we better toss these assholes in jail for a day—just
	teach ~~‘em~~ a lesson they’ll never forget!~~”Twenty~~-four hours later they’re back
	out on the street, circling the neighborhood over and over again, waiting to
	see me. That wouldn’t take long.

	No, I decided just to forget about it.		No, I decided just to forget about it.
	But I couldn’t forget about it. I felt cheated and violated. I was pissed off
	that I was out sixty-two cents. Most writers can’t afford just to throw money		But I couldn’t forget about it. I felt cheated and violated. I was pissed off that I was out sixty-two cents. Most writers can’t afford just to throw money around like that. So the second I woke up in the morning I slipped on my jacket and returned to the exact corner where the teenagers had assaulted me. I wanted my pennies back.
	around like that. So the second I woke up in the morning I slipped on my
	jacket and returned to the exact corner where the teenagers had assaulted
	me. I wanted my pennies back.

	But when I got there, I was surprised to see that they were all gone.		But when I got there, I was surprised to see that they were all gone.
	I glanced around in some nearby bushes, but couldn’t find even one of
	them. Eventually, I just gave up and went home. For a long time afterwards,		I glanced around in some nearby bushes, but couldn’t find even one of them. Eventually, I just gave up and went home. For a long time afterwards, I avoided going out alone after dark.It took me awhile to get over that residual fear—a few months, at least.
	I avoided going out alone after dark.It took me awhile to get over that residual fear—a few months, at least.
	I sure hope they didn’t spend all those pennies in one place.		I sure hope they didn’t spend all those pennies in one place.

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	I sure hope they didn’t spend all those pennies in one place.		I sure hope they didn’t spend all those pennies in one place.

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	I avoided going out alone after dark.It took me awhile to get over that residual fear—a few months, at least.		I avoided going out alone after dark.It took me awhile to get over that residual fear—a few months, at least.
	I sure hope they didn’t spend all those pennies in one place.		I sure hope they didn’t spend all those pennies in one place.
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	Not far from my apartment building, on Arlington and Plaza Del Amo, I turned the corner and saw, about three blocks ahead of me, a trio of black teenagers huddled on the corner, talking to each other.. I thought to myself, ''Don't be racist''. ''They're not going to mug you.'' Just as I thought that, a fourth black teenager emerged from an alleyway about one block ahead of me. He was tall and wearing an orange basketball jersey with the number 23 printed on it. The second he emerged from the alleyway, he glanced over his shoulder and looked at me. Then he kept walking. For some reason, I got the feeling he was ''looking for me specifically.''		Not far from my apartment building, on Arlington and Plaza Del Amo, I turned the corner and saw, about three blocks ahead of me, a trio of black teenagers huddled on the corner, talking to each other.. I thought to myself, ''Don't be racist''. ''They're not going to mug you.'' Just as I thought that, a fourth black teenager emerged from an alleyway about one block ahead of me. He was tall and wearing an orange basketball jersey with the number 23 printed on it. The second he emerged from the alleyway, he glanced over his shoulder and looked at me. Then he kept walking. For some reason, I got the feeling he was ''looking for me specifically.''
	''Jesus, don't be paranoid'', I said to myself.
			''Jesus, don't be paranoid'', I said to myself.

			The fourth teenager walked over to the other three, as if he knew them.

			There was no one else on the street. I suppose I could’ve crossed the street to avoid them, but I was intent on not giving in to some sort of irrational fear.

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	Not far from my apartment building, on Arlington and Plaza Del Amo, I turned the corner and saw, about three blocks ahead of me, a trio of black teenagers huddled on the corner, talking to each other.. I thought to myself, ''Don't be racist''. ''They're not going to mug you.'' Just as I thought that, a fourth black teenager emerged from an alleyway about one block ahead of me. He was tall and wearing an orange basketball jersey with the number 23 printed on it. The second he emerged from the alleyway, he glanced over his shoulder and looked at me. Then he kept walking. For some reason, I got the feeling he was ''looking for me specifically.''		Not far from my apartment building, on Arlington and Plaza Del Amo, I turned the corner and saw, about three blocks ahead of me, a trio of black teenagers huddled on the corner, talking to each other.. I thought to myself, ''Don't be racist''. ''They're not going to mug you.'' Just as I thought that, a fourth black teenager emerged from an alleyway about one block ahead of me. He was tall and wearing an orange basketball jersey with the number 23 printed on it. The second he emerged from the alleyway, he glanced over his shoulder and looked at me. Then he kept walking. For some reason, I got the feeling he was ''looking for me specifically.''
			''Jesus, don't be paranoid'', I said to myself.
	''Jesus, don't be paranoid'', I said to myself.

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	Before I left the apartment, in a weird moment of psychic prescience, I said to myself, ''Maybe I shouldn’t take any money with me in case I get mugged''. I was half-joking, as I’d never been mugged in my entire life and had no reason to think I would be tonight. Nonetheless, I found myself removing all the cash from my pocket and tossing it onto my bed. I remember thinking to myself, ''Oh, well . . . if I do get mugged all they’ll get is sixty-two cents in pennies''. Why I had sixty-two pennies on me, I can’t quite remember.		Before I left the apartment, in a weird moment of psychic prescience, I said to myself, ''Maybe I shouldn’t take any money with me in case I get mugged''. I was half-joking, as I’d never been mugged in my entire life and had no reason to think I would be tonight. Nonetheless, I found myself removing all the cash from my pocket and tossing it onto my bed. I remember thinking to myself, ''Oh, well . . . if I do get mugged all they’ll get is sixty-two cents in pennies''. Why I had sixty-two pennies on me, I can’t quite remember.

	Not far from my apartment building, on Arlington and Plaza Del Amo, I turned the corner and saw, about three blocks ahead of me, a trio of black teenagers huddled on the corner, talking to each other.. I thought to myself, ''Don't be racist''. ''They're not going to mug you.'' Just as I thought that, a fourth black teenager emerged from an alleyway about one block ahead of me. He was tall and wearing an orange basketball jersey with the number 23 printed on it.		Not far from my apartment building, on Arlington and Plaza Del Amo, I turned the corner and saw, about three blocks ahead of me, a trio of black teenagers huddled on the corner, talking to each other.. I thought to myself, ''Don't be racist''. ''They're not going to mug you.'' Just as I thought that, a fourth black teenager emerged from an alleyway about one block ahead of me. He was tall and wearing an orange basketball jersey with the number 23 printed on it. The second he emerged from the alleyway, he glanced over his shoulder and looked at me. Then he kept walking. For some reason, I got the feeling he was ''looking for me specifically.''

			''Jesus, don't be paranoid'', I said to myself.

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	As I passed by these kids, one of them reached out and grabbed me. It		As I passed by these kids, one of them reached out and grabbed me. It
	was the guy in the basketball jersey.		was the guy in the basketball jersey.

	Even at this point, I thought it was some sort of joke—that they were		Even at this point, I thought it was some sort of joke—that they were
	horsing around somehow. But they weren’t. One of them said,“Don’t move,		horsing around somehow. But they weren’t. One of them said,“Don’t move,
	cuz, or I shoot you!”		cuz, or I shoot you!”

	He stuck something hard and metallic into my ribs. It could’ve been a		He stuck something hard and metallic into my ribs. It could’ve been a
	gun. It could’ve been something else. All I knew is that something unpleasant was being pressed into my ribs and I didn’t want it there. One of them		gun. It could’ve been something else. All I knew is that something unpleasant was being pressed into my ribs and I didn’t want it there. One of them held onto the back of my jacket while the basketball jersey said in a low,
	held onto the back of my jacket while the basketball jersey said in a low,
	steady tone, “Give me all you got, cuz.”		steady tone, “Give me all you got, cuz.”

	I didn’t feel fear for some reason. I reached into my pocket, pulled out		I didn’t feel fear for some reason. I reached into my pocket, pulled out
	the sixty-two pennies, and dropped them at his feet.		the sixty-two pennies, and dropped them at his feet.
	He just stared at me for a second. “That’s all you got?”		He just stared at me for a second. “That’s all you got?”

	I nodded.		I nodded.

	“You lyin’to me, cuz?”The jersey started patting me down, from my chest		“You lyin’to me, cuz?”The jersey started patting me down, from my chest
	all the way down to my pants. Now his voice wasn’t quite as low or steady		all the way down to my pants. Now his voice wasn’t quite as low or steady
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	on me.Then I realized that something bad might happen because I didn’t		on me.Then I realized that something bad might happen because I didn’t
	have any money on me.		have any money on me.

	As the jersey patted me down, I glanced at his friends. They were wearing black hoodies over their heads, glancing nervously from side to side.		As the jersey patted me down, I glanced at his friends. They were wearing black hoodies over their heads, glancing nervously from side to side.
	They had no need to be nervous. No one was around, except us.		They had no need to be nervous. No one was around, except us.

	“Shit,” Jersey said as he stopped patting me. “You the poorest white boy I		“Shit,” Jersey said as he stopped patting me. “You the poorest white boy I
	ever met.” He sounded disgusted with me. Perhaps this was their first time.		ever met.” He sounded disgusted with me. Perhaps this was their first time.
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	one with no money. I almost felt bad for them. I felt the need to explain.		one with no money. I almost felt bad for them. I felt the need to explain.
	“I don’t make much money,” I said,shrugging.“I write for Paranoia Magazine.”		“I don’t make much money,” I said,shrugging.“I write for Paranoia Magazine.”

	“What the fuck?” one of the lookouts said. He seemed pissed. I thought		“What the fuck?” one of the lookouts said. He seemed pissed. I thought
	for sure they were going to drag me off into the nearby alley and beat the		for sure they were going to drag me off into the nearby alley and beat the
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	Bat Boy in it. I wish it did. Paranoia Magazine comes out of Providence,		Bat Boy in it. I wish it did. Paranoia Magazine comes out of Providence,
	Rhode Island where H.P. Lovecraft”		Rhode Island where H.P. Lovecraft”
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	“Shut the fuck up!” Jersey yelled and gave me a violent shove that almost		“Shut the fuck up!” Jersey yelled and gave me a violent shove that almost
	knocked me to the ground. “Turn around!”		knocked me to the ground. “Turn around!”
	I did as I was told. Jersey pressed the palm of his hand against the middle of my back and pushed me. “Just keep on walkin’, cuz, and don’t look		I did as I was told. Jersey pressed the palm of his hand against the middle of my back and pushed me. “Just keep on walkin’, cuz, and don’t look
	back.”		back.”

	I walked, and didn’t look back.		I walked, and didn’t look back.
	I kept wondering if they were going to come up behind me again and finish the job. Perhaps they were just toying with me?		I kept wondering if they were going to come up behind me again and finish the job. Perhaps they were just toying with me?

	After a few blocks, I turned a corner and picked up my speed a little bit.		After a few blocks, I turned a corner and picked up my speed a little bit.
	That’s when the fear kicked in. My heart started racing.I kept glancing to my		That’s when the fear kicked in. My heart started racing.I kept glancing to my
	right to see if they were circling the block to ambush me. But they weren’t.		right to see if they were circling the block to ambush me. But they weren’t.

	The second I returned home I called my friend Wendy.Wendy told me to		The second I returned home I called my friend Wendy.Wendy told me to
	call the cops. I didn’t bother. What would be the point? I suspected I knew		call the cops. I didn’t bother. What would be the point? I suspected I knew
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	out on the street, circling the neighborhood over and over again, waiting to		out on the street, circling the neighborhood over and over again, waiting to
	see me. That wouldn’t take long.		see me. That wouldn’t take long.

	No, I decided just to forget about it.		No, I decided just to forget about it.
	But I couldn’t forget about it. I felt cheated and violated. I was pissed off		But I couldn’t forget about it. I felt cheated and violated. I was pissed off
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	jacket and returned to the exact corner where the teenagers had assaulted		jacket and returned to the exact corner where the teenagers had assaulted
	me. I wanted my pennies back.		me. I wanted my pennies back.

	But when I got there, I was surprised to see that they were all gone.		But when I got there, I was surprised to see that they were all gone.
	I glanced around in some nearby bushes, but couldn’t find even one of		I glanced around in some nearby bushes, but couldn’t find even one of