The Mugging

A good friend of mine, Robert Boardwalk, and I were walking down the old side of town one wonderfully bright, warm Saturday afternoon. We would often walk together to discuss, philosophy, women, motorcycles, and whatever else was on our minds. The old side of town had alleys down the center of the block to separate the houses either to the north/south sides of the block, or the east/west sides. This was done in early layouts of cities by the planners to help with Police and Firetruck's ability to locate and then corral burning buildings or criminal activity. Bob and I had just left a Mom & Pop little eatery, known for its generous portions of eggs, pork rinds, and grits, talking about the possibility of starting a duo musical group, when we crossed one of the stone and dirt alleyways. Robert was really into the conversation, and didn't notice the unkept, undesirable who turned from an out-of-sight location in the alley, to be five yards behind us suddenly. Another vagabond was leaning up, along side a streetlamp on the corner of the block in front of us, stepping forward, heading in our direction in a menacing way. I tried to whisper to my companion that we were about to be jumped and that he should be ready, when I noticed the guy behind us was someone I had gone to High School with, years before. My friend was dumbfounded about the situation, and asked what was going on. Perplexed that this could really be happening. What I did next, could possibly have saved us from a beating, or even being killed. I turned around and said, "Hey Clifford. I haven't seen you since High School. Remember that pack of cigarettes I owed you from back then? Well, I have them here for you." Clifford looked as confused as my friend Bob did, at first, but then recognized me, took the stipend from me graciously and called off the assault. We all talked for awhile about our time in High School and the two junior criminals admitted we were about to be jumped for all the cash we had. We soon said our goodbyes and each of us went on our merry way. I would say five years had passed when I read in the local newspaper that Clifford had been murdered by a hit & run driver of an old, white Cadillac DeVille. 
The same vehicle my friend used to own. The reason it was called a murder was, the car was seen backing up to run over Clifford a second time after running him down the first time. Maybe he rob somebody who recognized him like I did, but didn't have the wits about them to turn the assault away 
and was looking for revenge!
This is,The Story Is Actually True, Only The Names Have Been Changed To Protect The Innocent Naive Bob,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“A few years back, they jacked David Copperfield in West Palm Beach. If someone who can make himself disappear isn't safe, who is?” - Colin Quinn -

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