I was low-energy for over a month
the kind of slow-moving slug that gets out of bed
and goes to work.
My clothes collected on the floor
My fast-food containers mounted in the sink
My weight increased by 10 pounds
My delusion that it was muscle, because I lift 30 minutes a day
Then I remembered… I used to take a B vitamin. So, I swallowed one
and I had instantaneous energy at 8 PM
I had to go for a run, or I would explode
I ran just as fast as I used to—and I felt like a black stallion at night
but then I saw unsavory characters
they weren’t there, last year. Guys in skullies and jean jackets
I went deep into the woods, on the forest path, in the pitch darkness
and when I turned around, I walked for a while, staring at the lights from expensive houses
enjoying the cold, crisp, clear night
with the stars twinkling overhead
Then I heard feet on the trail—it’s amazing what the night does to your other senses
and I made-out the black outline of a man in a sweatshirt and a hoody
Instantly, I knew he was a threat
It was instinct—how he walked, and he lined himself up to me, in my direction
He was coming at me, and fast
“Hey! Do you have cash on you?” He asked.
“Yeah!” I said.
“Well—give it to me!”
By this time, he was within a foot. I didn’t move, and I wasn’t afraid, but I was jacked-up on adrenaline. Being mugged was a new experience for me. I quickly thought of the movies I’d watched with this scenario. Act intimidating…yeah. And make him piss his pants…yeah. And do the unexpected. You have a right, because he came at you… okay.
“You’re gonna have to take it!” I said.
“You heard me.”
Out came his knife. It glinted in the moonlight. But he backed up, when he pulled it out.
I took two steps toward him, and he backed up again. Then I lunged, and he ran. It was a bluff, on my part. It made me feel like a wild animal—the adrenaline kept me awake for five hours. I cleaned my apartment to perfection, and shouted, and smiled, and enjoyed myself—my life that was tested. Maybe I have balls? I thought. Then I went hiking with a co-worker the next day, and we talked about a lot of things.
“You ever been in a fight?” He asked.
“No,” I lied.