When the Crack Heads Come Out to Play

Part One

I got mugged the other night.

Almost. But it was still pretty terrifying. It was around six thirty at night, and I was walking toward my work building in Downtown, when some guy in an olive green t-shirt and matching flannel pajama pants got up and asked me if I had any change.

I responded, "No, I don't have cash. Sorry."

He looked me up and down and said, "Really? Are you serious?" As he was saying that, he continued to follow me and look me over as I was walking away so I put my hand up and told him that no, I didn't have money, and he needed to get out of my face.

I thought I had shaken him off, because he was no longer walking next to me and talking into my face. When I looked into the reflection of one of the buildings, however, I saw that he was right behind me following me with his eyes on my wallet in my hand.

So I turned around and stormed at him yelling, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!"

Like the true mad woman that I really am. The guy seemed pretty startled and took a couple steps back. That was when I heard a man's voice in the distance yelling, "Ey! What's going on over there??" I think that, combined with my bat shit crazy confrontation, compelled the guy to take off running.

I continued to walk off. I couldn't be phased by a mere mugger. I had a party to get to. Plus, I didn't think I was ever going to see him again.

I was wrong.


  1. Whoa, that's scary! Good for you for yelling at him and going crazy. I don't know if I would have been able to do that. Anyway, glad you're okay! Can't wait to read Part Two.

    1. Thank you Lauren! I think you would be surprised if (God forbid) you are ever stuck in that situation. Instincts are a lot stronger than our inhibitions.

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    1. Haha, suspense no more! Part two is now posted!

  3. Crazy!!

    Saw this via 20something Bloggers...

    I used to work on Bishop street and would ask our building security to escort me out the building while I walked to the parking garage.

    A co-worker of mine had a guy take him to an ATM so he could get "change".

    Downtown Honolulu can definitely be a scary place!

    1. I know right? I hate walking around there at night. None of my coworkers allow me to take the bus at night because they don't want something like this to happen to me.

  4. Now I remeber why your blog is one of my favorites.
    Haven't been around for awhile and I'm stopping by to say hello.

    In situations like these, I never even talk to anyone. I just keep walking. That might not have helped this time....but yeah. Figured I'd say it anyway.
    Off to read part 2!