No more Mr. Nice Guy

Got my first mugging last night. Two guys, junkies. One came up to me to beg for change. Me being a kind heart got my walled out and searched for change. He grabbed the wallet and ran. I ran after him, there was a chase, but I caught him and threw him to the ground. Got my wallet back, thought about bashing the life out of him but – again – decided that was unfriendly and “no harm done”.

No harm done includes a 1cm hole in my right hand where I skidded to the ground, an 8cm hole in my left knee, a 10cm gash in my trousers, and £85 – which I can truly ill afford – which he slipped out the wallet.

The next and every white, male, homeless man in his 30s who asks me for money is getting a good, hard, facial fist-fucking.