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so i left ‘s place around 1:20 in the a.m. I walk to the PATH no problemo. get there, and i am the only one on the platform. wait about 5 minutes, mp3 player going. two persons approach me from down the stairs. they come right up to me, and appear to be asking me something. one is about two\/three inches shorter, black, with dreadlocks. the other is probably 6 inches shorter, hispanic. i assume they are asking directions. i slip one earphone off my ear to answer. i get:<\/p>\n

“yo white bread, lemme see your wallet”<\/p>\n

“excuse me?”<\/p>\n

“my buddy and i wanna see your wallet”<\/p>\n

“how about no?”<\/p>\n

“yo, i don’t think you heard me straight. if you don’t want trouble, my boy and i wanna see your fuckin wallet.”<\/p>\n

at this point, i am trying to determine if either of them has a weapon. if not, i probably weigh close to what both of them combined do. if they have a weapon, i can get really fucking dead fast. before i can put my hand to my knife, dreadlocks puts his hand on my suit, and makes a grab for my pants pocket. i went into the train using the metrocard in my bag, so he assumed i kept my wallet in my pants i guess, if they were smart enough to fucking tail me.<\/p>\n

i grab dreadlocks by the hair with my left hand, and suck the air out of him with my right fist via his gut. i am either getting shot or walking away clean. he folds like a lawn chair. while he is gasping like a waterless carp, jerking in my fist as such, his hispanic buddy starts backing off.<\/p>\n

“yo, we don’t want no trouble.”<\/p>\n

“step the fuck off before i call some cops.”<\/p>\n

“no fucking need ese, we are gone.”<\/p>\n

as soon as he says this, dreadlocks, who i still have a hand on by the hair, catches his breath. he pops me one in the nose, and when i am seeing white stars, starts hammering me on the right side of the head. i end up half crouched over. i remember seeing my bag by my feet as it slipped off my shoulder. luckily, my grip on his greasy locks did not let go. i slam his head into my knee. he re-folds, and the only thing keeping his face off the pavement is a fistful of his hair. hispanic boy, the wondrous mugging sidekick, has yet to move.<\/p>\n

i drop dredsy on his face.<\/p>\n

“get the fuck outta here man, before i fucking call some cops.”<\/p>\n

“yo word, there must have been a misunderstanding.”<\/p>\n

“fucking get lost asshole!”<\/p>\n

he grabs dredsy and runs. it is at this point that i realize that i am bleeding from the nose. i am seeing red, yet i manage to get my handkerchief out of my pocket, instead of my knife. i ruined my white shirt in the process.<\/p>\n

i sit the ride all the way to fucking wtc, applying direct pressure to my geyser nostril. my head feels like a brazilian conga band.<\/p>\n

i get out, and hop a cab. ‘s house is the nearest safe haven i know. i must have looked a fright when i showed up. i spent about 10 minutes in the bathroom cleaning myself up, and getting the bleeding to stop.<\/p>\n

i’m not overly fucked up. i didn’t get my nose broken- the pop, it just loosened a blood vessel.<\/p>\n

i spent the rest of the eve with either ice or a cold drink on my pate. the lump is maybe 1\/4 inch from the crack in my skull from my long ago fight in woodlawn. why couldn’t i have gotten a matching lump? motherfucker had to wail on me on the weak side of my skull.<\/p>\n

i am scared to sleep until at least 8. 6 hours after a concussion is 1\/4 chances of not waking up. 8 hours is 1\/10. 12 hours is supposedly aok. i don’t know, after the week i’ve had, if i can make it to 2pm.<\/p>\n

water and ice are my friends right now. advil is on the way to my gut. hopefully, the sunrise will give me some piece of mind.<\/p>\n

my hands were shaking until at least 4.<\/p>\n

i fucking hate the state of the dammned.<\/p>\n

happy motherfucking satruday all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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