The time I got robbed:

Well, party people, it's back by popular demand - the story about the time I got robbed in San Bernardino. It's come up in conversation with a couple of folks, and they've asked about it, so instead of retelling the story, I figured I'd just post it.

This happened in November, I think.

I was BRAND NEW to roller derby. I hadn't been to more than a couple of weeks of practices. In fact, during the previous practice, I hyper-extended the ligament in my left knee, and was hobbling around. For some reason, I thought practice started at 8pm, when it actually started at 8:30. Bruce, the owner of The Stardust, where we skate, had a private party inside, so I had to go back out to my car and wait.

I was taking my time getting back to my car, talking to my friend, Leroy on the phone. As I was sitting down in the driver's seat of my car, I heard foot steps running toward the car from behind me. I thought it was one of the other derby girls running for some reason. All of a sudden, this guy wedges himself between my car door and the door frame so I couldn't close the door and says, "Give me your money, bitch, or I'm going to stab you." He was holding a screw driver to my neck. I lied to him and said, "I don't have any money." I was still on the phone with Leroy at that point. He heard the robbery happen until then. Then the guy said, "Then give me your phone," and he snatched my phone out of my hand. He said, "And give me your keys." He started to take my keys out of my hand. I had my personal keys and my school keys on the same key ring that night. He grabbed the keys, but I wouldn't let go. He said, "Bitch, give me your keys. I'll stab you."

I said, "Oh, HELL no." I yanked my keys back, and I grabbed onto his screwdriver and said, "If you reach in this car one more time you mother fucker, I will kill you." Then I hopped out of the car and started chasing him. He ran faster than I probably could have run if my knee WASN'T injured, but I still had his screwdriver in my hand. I was so pissed off, I threw it at him. I know. Stupid idea. But I was mad. I nailed him in the back of the head. He picked up his screwdriver and kept running. I ran back to my car. I was going to get in it and run him down. The other derby girls made me go inside and call the cops instead.

I learned a lot about myself that night. I didn't think I could kill another human being, which is why I've never learned how to shoot the gun I own. I figured that I had better keep it locked up, otherwise I'd be one of those idiots that hesitates and gets shot with their own gun. I don't ever recall actually wanting to kill someone ever before, but if I had the opportunity, I could have killed this man. When he threatened my life, a switch flipped, and I wanted to hurt him. I learned that in a situation where it's either them or me, I choose me. Period. If it comes down to an issue of survival, I know I can kill without hesitation.

Not long after that, I learned how to shoot my gun. I plan to get certified to carry concealed, and I plan to get certified to carry a taser. If that fucker EVER messes with me again, he'll get the surprise of his life.