daylight mugging
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Vancouver, 2002.07.04
This neighbourhood never ceases to entertain.
I heard a commotion in the street just now outside my building (at 11 AM) and watched some street kid rob a slightly older fellow who was weighted down with stuff he was carrying (a satchel, a boom-box, some other clutter). The street kid got away with a propane canister of the type you use for a cooking stove.