I was walking home one night after having dinner at my friends'. It wasn't that late but there was no moon out. You and a couple of other guys were hiding behind a parked van and when I walked past you the three of you jumped me. I landed hard on the sidewalk. It was no contest.
You took what you wanted. All my money. Much more than I usually carry because I had cashed my paycheck that afternoon and my friend had paid me back some money he had borrowed. My gold wedding band. A nice watch that had been a gift. All my credit cards which you used for days before you were stopped. My ID which allowed you to get into some identity theft. You even took my running shoes and my belt.
It wasn't enough that you robbed me. You kicked me in the groin, you kicked me in the head and you spit on me as you left. I remember one of you said it was my own fault for thinking I could walk alone like I lived there. I did live there.
That was just a couple of months ago. I've been doing my best but it's rough getting over one of the worst experiences in my life. And now, just to prove that you don't even have a ghost of a conscience, you call me up and leave this message on my voicemail:
Are you better off now than you were two months ago?