Mugged with a breeze-block
Was wandering through the Barri Xines in Barcelona late one night, looking for a Moroccan from whom to buy some hash. No dealers out tonight though - police must have been through recently. But wait, we may be in luck, a teenage boy in shell suit appears, asks me if I want to buy any hash. Beckons me to follow him down a dark side street, down another smaller, darker street, and another until I have no idea where I am any longer. Then half a dozen of the little tykes appear from an alleyway and surround me. The biggest and oldest (about 14) is holding half a breeze block in a threatening manner as he demands my wallet. I try and do a runner, but the pack of rabid youths haul me to the ground like hyenas killing a zebra. Hands rifle through my pockets and my wallet is gone.

Next day, at the police station (I had to report it to get a crime number, to cancel the cards etc, not because I thought anyone could get my wallet back), the desk sergeant asks if they had a gun, a knife, a baseball bat? No, a rock, I said. And how old were they? 14, I said. He creased up with laughter and told me to piss off.
(se8card, Fri 16 Jun 2006, 23:03, Reply)