Jane's boyfriend Alex got mugged today. In broad day light too! Apperantly, these two black guys came at him with a knife. He kicked one of them in the groin and was able to get away. He was of course pissed. The guy does taekwondo, and is at leat 6 feet 2 or something. This made me think, if something like this can happen to a guy like this, the it may happen to me too. What would I do in his shoes? Would I fare better? worse? Would my martial arts training be worth a damn? About a week ago, some jackass ran off with a pack of cigarettes without paying from our store. My mom was watching the store at the time, and she called me. By the time I hurried down to the store, the guy's gone for about a minute. So she told me his description: Tall, big white guy with his inner shirt hanging out of an outer layer of a bright orange shirt. I ran towards the direction the guy headed off to search for him. After about a block, I spotted him strolling along, relaxing on the sidewalk. I ran after him, made my most serious and determined face, and yelled: "Hey Buddy! You the guy who took the cigarette from my store?" I squared into a relaxed natural stance, fully prepared to "do my stuff' if you will. The guy isn't only big, he's huge. He towers above me by about one and half head, I can see squarely into his chest. He's big too, with a pretty big beer belly, and is about 30, 35ish. He looks back at me, hesitated a little. Perhaps to ponder whether it's worth it to crush me, and all forms of attacks and defences against a person his size was racing in my head. Then, he slowly pulled out that pack of cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to me. Still unopened! Shit, now I have no excuse to beat him up. I snapped the cigarette from his hands, and barked back:" Don't do this again, get it?!" and turned around and walked away. The morality of the story? Sometimes, when no real loss occured, it's not worth it to fight someone twice your size both ways ( height and width ). Maybe one day I'll really get to kick some ass, until then I guess I just gotta keep on practicing. Or you can always call me chicken in front of some cute girls, then I'll really get the chance to kick some ass for fun and profit. Granted of course, you're not twice my size, both ways.