I almost got jacked last night!

[BobbyTheDon]

Ok, so last night I met up with my friend at this jazz club in Fullerton. Well I couldn’t quite find the club, so I was walking around the streets. It was around 8 o clock, really dark and the streets were totally empty. So I notice this man at the corner of my eye. I turn around and it’s a Mexican man, wearing really dark clothing with a hood over his head. Well instantly I become suspicious. So I see him at the corner of the eye, so I walk around the corner of the street. I turn around, and he is right there behind me. So then I cross the street onto the street in which he was on. I turn around, and he is about 30 feet away from me on the same street (anytime I turn around...he looks at me real quick and turn his head away). So then I am like. Ok I am gonna die. But I am gonna put up a fucking fight with this motherfucker. so I cross the street AGAIN but this time I grab my cell phone in my pocket, I dial 911 press talk and then I press end (so just incase something happened, I could just press redial). Anyways, so I cross the street again (onto the original street I was on) and I turn around as if I am waiting for him. And at this point, he is halfway on the street, and he looks at me. And I just keep looking at him, making sure my face is turned to him so I can see everything he is doing. So he walks up to me, and I have my hand in my pocket. Both of them clenched up in a fist. And he walks closer and closer, and he keeps staring at me, and I keep staring at him. And he has both of his eyes like bulging as if he is ready to do something to me. So then I raise my eyes too because I have all this adrenaline going on, and dammit. I know I am gonna get jacked at this point, but I don’t care. If something happens I am gonna put up a fight. So then I don’t know why I did this but I lipped the words “I’m gonna FUCK you up" to him. This is all as he is walking towards me, and we are both looking at each other. He is 50 feet away, then 40 feet, and 30 feet. To the point where he is 10 feet away from me, and we are facing each other on the same sidewalk. And I start tapping my left leg because I am nervous, but it’s as if I am ready to charge him. Then he just stares at me. And I just stare at him. Waiting for each other to make a move
. And at this point I am so ready, I am fuming. All these things are running through my mind. My nostrils are flaring, my eyes are bulging, heart pounding.

And we are just staring at each other, eye to eye. Then he walks away. And he crosses the street. And he turns around at me as he is walking away staring at me. And I just keep staring at him
. Then I start walking backwards, still staring at him, making sure I can see him in sight then I was just like fuck this. And I call 911 because I saw a broken window at a car, at the area where he was at. So I call 911 and report him, report exactly what he was wearing, where he was headed. What he looked like
I was so scared. Really scared! Cause he kept following me. And no one was there. So I was just said FUCK IT. I aint gonna let this motherfucker jack me up.

When I got to the jazz club however, I told my friend what had happened and she was upset at me and told me that I should have done nothing and let him take my stuff for safety reasons. Oh well.