I've been following him for half an hour now, and we're just about to cross into what regular people call the 'bad neighborhood'. He looks uncomfortable but hasn't spotted me yet. Good. He looks like this might just pay some of our medical bills. I pull my hoodie over my head and speed up a little. My hand, the one holding the gun, trembles. He turns the corner and I run to catch up.
As I turn the corner I see a gun, pointed at me.
"Stop," he says with a confidence I hadn't expected.
"You've been following me for a while now. I don't like that."
He gestures with his free hand. I assume he wants any weapons I might have on me. I pull out my gun slowly, being careful not to point it anywhere but at him and hand it over. He takes a few steps back and stops aiming his own gun at me.
"So why are you following me? Planning to rob me? Kill me?" he says while looking me up and down.
"Yeah, something like that," I respond.
"Honesty! I respect that. Now, here's what's going to happen. I now have two guns, you have none. I'm going to walk away and you're going to disappear into the shithole you were spewed from."
I don't respond.
"You got me?"
"Good. Also, give me your wallet. Just for the sake of irony."
I grit my teeth and pulled out my wallet. I think of the photos of my wife and kids and wonder if we still have copies of those at home. I really hope so. He gestures with a gun. I sigh and hand it over. I'd like to be angry but honestly, I was about to do the same to this guy. I had no right to get angry.
"Maybe you should consider not doing shit like this anymore. Just some friendly advice. You're lucky I'm such a nice guy," he said, opening the wallet. "Such a nice guy, actually, that I'll send you anything not worth anything to me in the mail."
He pulled out my driver's license.
"Oh, and don't forget, I know where you live now. I could do a whole lot of damage, should you want to try anything."
He grinned and stuffed my wallet in his pocket.
"You have a great day, y'hear?"
He turned around and walked down the street.
This was not a great night. Not at all.