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three months into living here in new york i got mugged last night on my way home. ryan and i were walking the mere four blocks home on A and crackheads stole our money and physically assaulted me. feeling violated and helpless is the worst feeling ever. we were in such a state of relentless shock afterwards i needed vicodin badly. some days, i don't know how i could live life one hundred percent sober. as lame as that sounds. you know its true. now, the night after, we are headed to butter. i hope MK and LL say heyyy. ciao.