Fortuneotter and I were walking down the street and this insane guy came from behind us and said to “Give us all our money right fucking now.” We ran across the street and the guy chased us, and the guy ran after Fortune. Thankfully he was able to psyche the guy out saying “hey look, a cop.” We’re both ok. Fortune is resting and trying to calm down. His legs are sore but he seems to be coming down from fight or flight. Me, I am, as he put it, unsettlingly calm about all of this, both physically and emotionally.

Its odd...we say we will fight and kick ass, but in these situations, especially when the guy pulled what we think was a gun on us, we just booked it. Call us cowards, but we are survivors none the less. Im just happy my big brother is safe and sound.