What You Need To Know

About one month ago, a man mugged me in front of my apartment and 15 drunken fraternity boys. He made his getaway in a weathered "hoodlum" (as the police referred to it) sedan.

I didn't see the license plate. I didn't see his face because he came up behind me. I didn't scream because I was in shock. A witness had to ask me if I was "just mugged" for me to realize what had happened. Luckily, I wasn't harmed.

But five minutes after I realized I had been mugged, called the police, had a one-minute emotional breakdown after forgetting my address while being prodded by the impatient 911 operator, I came up with five story ideas.

Am I weird? Nope. I'm just someone who really loves writing and reporting.