As the police helicopter circles, looking for the innocent unarmed perpetrators of the non crime that those police sirens are no doubt responding to, I write of Fat Jeff, who was robbed this weekend.
Fat Jeff is five foot eight inches tall and of a “chunky” build. Not fat by today’s standards. He is in his twenties, has a blonde buzz cut, a big head and a thick neck.
Three cop cruisers have just sped by my residence and an ambulance comes, siren blaring. There, it is done.
Jeff is from Indiana and makes money shooting pool in barrooms. What else he does for a living, I did not know, nor did I ask. He thought “he could make it” in an east coast town.
A Puerto Rican and a black said something to him as he left the bar. These men had threatened him before so he paid them no heed. He had things on his mind as he walked down the sidewalk, then, “Bam,” he went down, punched in the back of the head, suffering a bad concussion which had him puking ours later as he spoke of his encounter.
As Jeff hit the pavement he rolled over on his back and began kicking. At that point the black guy had a razor out slashing at him. He was mostly worried about ending up under the black guy with the razor. The Rican grabbed Jeff’s very expensive pool cue and case and ran off while the bloodthirsty black kept slashing away. Jeff scored with some kicks, and becoming discouraged, the black ran off.
Jeff was able to walk to the emergency room where he had his head cat scanned and had his razor slashes attended to, which were straight and not deep, across the knuckles and above the foot of his lower legs.
Jeff is considering moving back to Indiana.
If you are going to decline conversing with aggressive thugs, do not also decline to pay attention to their actions. Snubbing them will be tolerated if you are moving away and vigilant. If you become enwrapped in your own thoughts they will make you pay.
