I’m not sure if you all know this, but I went to Fordham University in the Bronx. I got followed a lot in college. What would usually happen was that someone would follow me, then they would tell me to stop. And since they had a gun or a knife and I only ever had like, seven dollars, I would give it to them. And I make it sound like it was all nonchalant but it wasn’t. It was scary as hell.
And since it was always around the corner of Webster Avenue and Fordham Road, it was never quiet. There were trains and guns and cars and rap music and drunk students and it was never that deserted…lonely footseps way. But I’m not sure if I would be as afraid of the quiet one. I don’t think you can mug someone with a shoe.