...almost.

Okay, you guys, I don't know if this is funny, terrifying, or just sad, so I'm gonna let you judge. This guy, a kid really, tried to mug me today while I was taking some groceries home. He didn't look older than a high school sophomore and had this piddly-ass little pocket knife with him. He demanded that I give him my wallet, so I set down all my groceries and bent down like I was getting it out of my backpack.  He bent down to watch, I guess, or maybe see if I had anything more valuable in there. Instead of getting my wallet, I thrust my head up, apparently into his nose. I might of broken it.

He dropped his knife and kind of fell over. I kicked the knife away, demanding his cell while I was at it. Then instead of calling the cops, I called his mom. I won't get into that conversation. There happened to be a bicycle cop in the parking lot who came over to see what happened, and I gave him an on-field report. Kid's in his custody now. I'm not going to press charges. It'll be on the record that he was apprehended, not to mention he's going to catch hell from his mother.

I just don't understand, you know? He was so young...but I guess I've done what I can. I don't know why he did it, and I'm not going to stress over it. I guess.