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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 | 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 | |||
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 | |||
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 | |||
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. | |||
“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. | |||
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. | |||
“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. | |||
“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 | |||
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” | |||
R O B E R T G U F F E Y • 253 | |||
“Shut the fuck up!” Jersey yelled and gave me a violent shove that almost | |||
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 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. | |||
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 | |||
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. | |||
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. | |||
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 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. | |||
THE END | |||
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