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but from here I looked back and saw 3 of them on bikes! They had decided it wasn't over (and had picked up another little punk on the way).
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I scrammed (with a half-jog) all the way to here because they told me to get lost or they would "@$&#! me up"
10 ( km)
I started to book it to the nearest open place before I got my ass kicked, but then the cops pulled up. Ahh, safe.
there´s a half-way decent indian place here. except I hate the out-of-a bottle italian dressing they put on the salad. good chicken dansak
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we walked all the way down this path, the passerby-ers ignored me, and the punks hassled me and tried to grab at my laptop. I (again very intelligently) was trying to stuff the laptop _into_my_pants -to free my hands
5 ( km)
this is where one of them grabbed my shirt and swiped at my laptop so that it fell.
the bench I sit on when I use the open access point in the parc. some times crazies come and talk to me. except I probably look crazier than them hunched over a laptop in the middle of the night.
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here\'s where i was sitting, oh so intelligently, using my laptop in one of the poorest sections of montreal using my laptop at 1130 at night
this is where the 2 other gentleman were being so helpful by watching me fight with two muggers. Thanks guys!
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so I started punching him in the head. Then his little buddy joined in and we had a little brawl for 45 seconds or so
coop run cafe / bar. One of the few neighborhood places in the Pointe
7 ( km)
The fight broke itself up and I decided that I was giving up. The laptop had already fallen (with a large crunch) and one of them had kicked it (don\'t know why).
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here\'s where two punks came out from behind a tree wearing hankerchiefs and started "fronting"
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I saw two passerby-ers (my age and size) and I pushed past the two hoodies to walk with them. I thought I was saved, but the punks didn\'t care and kept on threatening me.
this place has been around 30+ years. local haunt. lots of tough-looking guys and some professional boozers. there´s also a crew of deaf people that I´ve seen there a couple of times. good karaoke, though
this is my default cafe-au-lait place, now that I don´t live in the mile-end any more
Mary Moegenburg recited daily from oct 8, and on oct 17
Habitat 67 by Moshe Safdie (1967)