The short version: I was in Hollywood, and robbed at gunpoint last night (Saturday).
The details:
Because I'm still in mourning, I've been having a rough time, and realized yesterday (Saturday) that it was already late afternoon, I hadn't been outside yet, and I hadn't eaten a thing all day. I called a buddy, told him I needed to get out, and made plans for dinner, I'd told him I'd even go over to his side of town (Hollywood). I picked him up, we had a great dinner, after, parked the car at his place, then walked down the street to grab some coffee. On the way back home, about 10:30 p.m., we were walking along, a guy popped up out of nowhere, stepped somewhat behind and between us, focused in more my direction, I think because I was in dress-shoes and dress-pants, and an ok shirt, whereas my buddy was very casual. I thought he was kidding, and just trying to get past us on the narrow sidewalk, when he said, "OK, you fellas are gonna gimme your wallets now." I turned, and was about to make some comment, like "very funny, go ahead, we'll let ya through" and let him pass when I saw the pistol. I froze, but my buddy, not seeing the gun must've thought the guy just intended on using brute force, having had that happen to him in the past, when living in New York, said instead, "No way. Fuck you," and stepped away, out of the guy's reach. The guy was a bit flustered by my buddy not complying, refocused on me, and again started demanding my wallet. I said, "OK, OK, OK, here. Take it." Then I kinda stepped back, he kinda stepped back, then I'm fuzzy for a few seconds, but then my buddy was next to me and said "C'mon", and we started running. It was all pretty quick. We THINK he may have run down the street to a car that looked like it was waiting with an open passenger door, but we're not sure.
People, well, guys, will say, "Oh, I would've...", or "Man, you should've...", and that's all fine TALK, when you're hanging out with other guys, but the REALITY is... When someone is standing in front of you, holding a gun like they obviously know how to use it, it's 6-8" away from you, and aimed at your chest, what you REALLY say is, "...here. Take it", and pray that the desperate guy isn't crazy enough to pull the trigger.
He did get my ID, so he knows who I am, and where I live. I was able to cancel 2 of the 3 credit cards I had with me. The "open" one, he used in the middle of the night to buy gas, THREE times in succession (???). I had a couple gift cards, and a $50 check made out to "Cash", but as far as REAL money goes... Anyone close to me, knows that I never carry much, if ANY, cash. He must've been completely furious when all that he found were the $4, yes, FOUR dollars, that I had with me. The most impressive thing that he really got out of the whole deal was my Coach wallet.
The details:
Because I'm still in mourning, I've been having a rough time, and realized yesterday (Saturday) that it was already late afternoon, I hadn't been outside yet, and I hadn't eaten a thing all day. I called a buddy, told him I needed to get out, and made plans for dinner, I'd told him I'd even go over to his side of town (Hollywood). I picked him up, we had a great dinner, after, parked the car at his place, then walked down the street to grab some coffee. On the way back home, about 10:30 p.m., we were walking along, a guy popped up out of nowhere, stepped somewhat behind and between us, focused in more my direction, I think because I was in dress-shoes and dress-pants, and an ok shirt, whereas my buddy was very casual. I thought he was kidding, and just trying to get past us on the narrow sidewalk, when he said, "OK, you fellas are gonna gimme your wallets now." I turned, and was about to make some comment, like "very funny, go ahead, we'll let ya through" and let him pass when I saw the pistol. I froze, but my buddy, not seeing the gun must've thought the guy just intended on using brute force, having had that happen to him in the past, when living in New York, said instead, "No way. Fuck you," and stepped away, out of the guy's reach. The guy was a bit flustered by my buddy not complying, refocused on me, and again started demanding my wallet. I said, "OK, OK, OK, here. Take it." Then I kinda stepped back, he kinda stepped back, then I'm fuzzy for a few seconds, but then my buddy was next to me and said "C'mon", and we started running. It was all pretty quick. We THINK he may have run down the street to a car that looked like it was waiting with an open passenger door, but we're not sure.
People, well, guys, will say, "Oh, I would've...", or "Man, you should've...", and that's all fine TALK, when you're hanging out with other guys, but the REALITY is... When someone is standing in front of you, holding a gun like they obviously know how to use it, it's 6-8" away from you, and aimed at your chest, what you REALLY say is, "...here. Take it", and pray that the desperate guy isn't crazy enough to pull the trigger.
He did get my ID, so he knows who I am, and where I live. I was able to cancel 2 of the 3 credit cards I had with me. The "open" one, he used in the middle of the night to buy gas, THREE times in succession (???). I had a couple gift cards, and a $50 check made out to "Cash", but as far as REAL money goes... Anyone close to me, knows that I never carry much, if ANY, cash. He must've been completely furious when all that he found were the $4, yes, FOUR dollars, that I had with me. The most impressive thing that he really got out of the whole deal was my Coach wallet.
