I was bored about an hour ago and decided to go to the gas station down the street for a Red Bull. I was planning on selling my old BMX bike tomorrow for a buck twenty-five, and I decided to ride it to the gas station one last time since I used to love to ride it everywhere. I got my Red Bull, and on the way back I was slowly riding when three dudes walked by. They were about my age, pretty big and black. Since I was riding slowly they were able to surround me. One of them got in my face and I punched him in his face, but another dude pushed me off my bike. I got like seven or eight punches to the face, and then a gun pressed against my forehead. The scumbag that was holding it said I better not tell the police or else I was dead, then they took off with my bike.
****, this sucks. I got a fat lip and a mangled cheek, and I'm out 125 dollars that I was supposed to get tomorrow. In my own ****ing neighborhood, too. I ran home and got a car, and drove after them with a knife ready to slit a throat or two but I couldn't find them.
