I wuz robbed. ¶. . . He's a big guy and so I let him try on my shades. Then it transpires that he wants me to buy drugs from him in exchange for my goggles.. . . Finally I say, "So, you're robbing me, right?" and more bullshit ensues. I repeat the question a couple times, then walk off. . . . I could go to the cops, but here's the thing: if I do, he'll know who did it and he might shoot me. . . . If I don't go to the cops, though, I am going to walk past this guy twice a day for the rest of my tenure in this apartment and he's going to know that I'm a soft touch and I'm bound to be in for more harassment. . . . [Read the whole story at Boing Boing Blog]