The Langford
Written by Michael Coen Friday, 25 September 2009 11:20
The Langford
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As we walked toward Gough Street and passed in front of the Red Cross building, we heard, out of nowhere, “Your money or your life!”
What the hell? I thought. I was still trying to figure out what was happening when I saw two desperate-looking African-American dudes, both hyper and nervous. One held a knife and the other kept both hands in his pocket. I wondered if he had a gun.
“Take my life. My money’s too important,” Chad said seriously.
From my perspective, everything moved in slow motion at this point.
Chad looked at me and calmly said, “Run.” The word “run” seemed to take thirty seconds to say. The math in my head was already processed. No, I don’t want to get my ass kicked again. No, I really don’t want to get stabbed. No, I really don’t want to get any surprises from whatever your buddy has in his pocket. No, I don’t want to lose my money. And yes, I want to live to see tomorrow, but no, I don’t want to go to SF General.
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