So, the escapades from last night:

Act II of "Freaks of the Night", in which I become the sorority chick in every single slasher movie )
I mean, it's not like *he* was that scary, and I'm not exactly a tiny guy. I probably could have defended myself if I had to. But you never know what the person might have on them, a gun, a knife, a needle, a trained attack squirrel, who knows? What it boils down to is that now I'm a little frightened to go out at night, which really sucks. And I feel kind of stupid, because what if it was just some harmless old guy wanted to just talk. But at the same time, I do live in Chicago for chrissakes - murder capital of the USA. And you really never know about someone. So now, everytime I leave my apartment, I'm going to all paranoid and looking around to make sure I don't get dead.

Just as a comparison and to put you in my shoes a little, the last violent crime I heard about from my hometown was a girl who got killed by wild dogs. Just a little perspective.
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