Sunday, February 17, 2008

(journal #24:) My Bum

I have met many bums in New York, and they all scare me. My family and I were recently in New York. We were trying to get to an art supplies store when we passed over the Bowery. We had stopped because of traffic, and my father's window was open when a funny looking old man walked up to my father's window. He asked for money. My father said no. The man pulled a gun on us. It was miniature, but I thought it would work. The man started saying things like, "pow, pow, one shot will kill you, you'll be dead." I guess he was embarrassed. He walked away. I was really scared!

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