I found an old voice recorder I used to use as a journal kinda thing yesterday. I listened to a drunk me from 10 years ago talk about how I was almost murdered cause I gave a crackhead a ride down the street after I left the bar and he said he had a gun and made me go to the ATM to take money out, but I kept pressing the wrong buttons on purpose but told him the ATM was broke and he didn't believe me and was talkin about how he didn't want to do anything stupid but he was gettin really frustrated. Then he told me to go to a gas station to buy cigarettes and the second he stepped out of the car I drove over some curbs with the door open to get away from him. Good times.
That reminds me of the time some dude told me to give him my wallet because he had a knife, so I just ran off. If he'd said he had a gun I'd have given him the wallet.