I was robbed again last night, the second time in two years while walking home from work thinking about what I was going to blog about.
        This punk never got on me. I heard some footsteps approaching, I turned around and there he was. He couldn’t have been more than 20 years-old, he pulled out his silver piece, and told me to give him everything I had, which wasn’t much as he would later discover. He asked for my cell phone, he said ``I saw you talking on your cell’’ (I wasn’t); I told him I didn’t have a cell. Luckily, he didn’t press the issue, (I actually did have a cell in my top pocket); he looked through my black brief case, while kicking it on the ground, nothing in it caught his fancy, and off he went.
        Where are my nosey neighbors when I really need them I asked myself?
         I only had three dollars in my wallet, but I lost my driver’s license, credit card, and my ATM card. It was an annoyance more than anything
        I didn’t file a police report, it was pointless
         And as I write this, my heart is still racing. But just like two years ago when two goons leaped out of the bushes and dragged me down and started tap dancing on my chest while ripping the wallet from my pants, I always want to kick myself and wonder why I didn’t put up more of a fight.
        Tomorrow morning with a clearer head, I’ll go looking for my wallet in the hope he took his measly three bucks and ditched the wallet in the bushes. But I doubt it, I’m Irish, I never have any luck and I’m a born loser.
        But maybe the next time I get jumped, I’ll work up the courage and refuse to hand over my wallet.  I might get blown to smithereens, but at least I’ll have gone down swinging.
        -Bill Lucey
         billlucey@bellsouth.net