Nov 30, 2015
Recently I cracked some ribs. Even the slightest movement caused me pain. If I sneezed, I practically passed out. The other morning, I went to move our car and saw the passenger side window was smashed in. Ten dollars worth of quarters I use for parking, were stolen. The robbers were kind enough to leave my GPS and everything else. Considerate criminals, much appreciated. I took the car to be repaired then decided to draw for a while. I did this sketch on a somewhat deserted side street. I chose the street so no cars would come by and hit me because I was sitting almost in the gutter to get this angle of the hydrant. As I was drawing, 3 kids tried to mug me. This was a first. They snuck up behind me and tried to grab my knapsack which was full of my art supplies and drawing books. My phone was lying there too. When it happened, I jumped to my feet and everything went flying. My drawing book, the stool and my phone scattered. The main kid dropped the bag and there was a stand off of sorts. Pain from my wounded rib shot through my body which made me even madder. I realized I was vulnerable though. The only thing in my hand was my uniball pen with the top off. I told the one kid I would stab him with it. For a moment I meant it and he realized that. He must have seen the movie, "Casino," where Joe Pesci stabs the dude to death with a pen. He laughed at me but I could tell he was leary. They decided to move on. Out of nowhere a blue collar welder type guy showed up with a NY Giants cap on. He asked what happened. This dude seemed ready to get involved. He asked me if he should call the cops. I said no, they were just high school kids. It was over and I was fine, except my rib was killing me. Not easy being an artist these days.