Well...

So this happened. Never thought my town was so rough, but hey. I was walking down the street last night, listening to music, going to buy a snack from a store that's a few blocks from my house. Some guy walks by, and I glance at him because, hey, another person! This guy gets in my face and starts yelling, saying he didn't like the way I looked at him. I went to walk away, wanting nothing to do with this idiot. Suddenly, he pulled out a knife and tried to cut me. I managed to disarm him and scare him off, but I was a little shaken up. I did proceed to get my Funyuns, however, and I kept his switchblade. I told my mom about it this morning. After a while, she made a few calls, and informed me that I will be moving in with my auntie and my uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said fresh, and there were dice in the mirror...