Happy Fucking Thanksgiving Pt.1
November 27, 2003 @ 8:21 p.m.
...just woke up...
What a Thanksgiving... I am having quite a day...
I was coming home from Frontier this morning after pulling an overnight shift for my friend Sandy. I went walking because I was gonna stop at the 7Eleven near my building to buy breakfast for me and Pete. I was literally around the block from my building when...
...it all happened so fast, but it still felt like slow motion, y'know?...
I was walking down the sidewalk. I heard a bike behind me. I step to the left to give the person some space to go through. When I heard the person closing in, I turned to make sure that he did have that space. That's where the slow-mo/superspeed thing happened. Bike fell over. I thought I might have knocked him over. I was going to say something to the extent of "Oh, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" when he hit me. In the face. Repeatedly. Fist, billyclub, I don't know, but my glasses were broken and the left lens is so scratched up I could barely see through it. Not that I could see through my left eye period right now. Anyway, he beat me to the ground and snatched my purse from around my neck. I had the strap crossed over my chest. I have a huge burn on my neck from the strap. He rode of with my purse. I chased after him... I was screaming the whole time, as loud as I could, in hopes that someone would show up and help me at least grab the guy. He turned of to a lot when I heard someone ask me if I was okay. I just walked up to her porch, sat down and asked to get the police....
