Today, I left school early for a doctor's appointment in the Bronx. After it was over, I was feeling quite stressed and so I decided to take a short walk in the park (those of you who are curious, I'm talking about Van Cortlandt Park) to try and relax my mind. I went on one of the hiking trails and noticed two teenage boys together--one tall and white, the other was Dominican and a lot smaller. Both looked like high school dropouts. After just looking at them, I had a bad feeling lurching in the pit of my stomach and turned around quickly. I didn't run. The Dominican kid yelled at me, "Yo, yo, leather jacket guy, you got a dolla?" and I responded, "No, sadly I do not." Actually, I had $129 in my pocket. Usually I don't carry more than $20 or $30 on any given day, but occasionally (and by that, I mean no more than 3 times or so a month) I do bring more with me, and this just happened to be one of those days. Don't ask why. Even though I told the shitheads that I had no money, that didn't stop them from following me. I pretended not to notice them and just tried to leave the park as calmly and normally as possible.
So, after following me for a while, both fucktards sped all of a sudden once I reached the jogging track. The Dominican asshole whacked my head with a big fucking stick, and his accomplice threw me to the ground, triggering a massive panic attack. Naturally, I tried to fight back and resisted them for about a minute, but it didn't do any good because I'm physically weak as hell. After assaulting me, the Dominican yelled, "Give us all you got!" The white kid yelled out to me that he had a knife on him. Whether that was true or not, I don't know. He didn't take it out, so he was probably trying to intimidate me even further. Anyway, as aforementioned, I had $129 in my pocket and I was scared shitless. I had no time to think rationally, so I threw all of my cash on the ground, they said "thanks" and just fled, as I lay battered and angry. There were no other witnesses nearby. I called the cops after I saw that the shitheads left and they came over in about five minutes. I made a report and gave the cops detailed descriptions of both assailants. They asked for my ID, which I provided, and my phone number as well. Then they searched the park with me for a while and nobody was found matching my descriptions. At the end of the search, one of cops apologized to me, saying that they have very little to go on and the chances of them getting arrested are slim to nil, which pisses me off even more. I told them over and over again to do a search on the entire neighborhood, because if these kids had any modicum of intelligence, they would've left the park after robbing me. The cops refused and told me that a neighborhood search would be pointless. Lazy fucking pigs.
All I know is that I'm not going back to the Bronx for a very long time, and I'm probably never going to live this down. I'm still doing whatever I can to regain my lost cash, and so far, no one is willing to send me any money, which is a major letdown. My mind is seethed with guilt, rage and depression, and I want nothing but vengeance right now. I have their faces pictured very clearly in my mind, and if I ever see them again, I will kill them no matter how much time passes by. Fucking assholes.
I'm still shaking right now, and this incident has irreperably damaged my mind. I don't know what to do with myself anymore.
If you're feeling charitable, donate money to me here. Even a little bit will help a lot.
TLDR: I got robbed in the Bronx by two assholes who got away with it.
Former iron fist mod of the NG Featureless Chat from May 23, 2012 to May 4, 2014.
