I was once walking home after being getting exceedingly intoxicated. You know how it is. Past 3am and your wondering why your legs are still working. Then whilst I was on my way home I was to encounter some other people of the night. 4 to be precise. Now I know what your thinking "oh he got beat up" but the really entertaining fact that they were probably about 12 year olds. (I think I met a pre-pubescent gang). They were all wearing hoods. And me, I was walking straight for these wannabe ghetto kids. As walking towards them I could tell that they were getting increasingly more nervous (I think I may have been the first person to find them on there fine night strolls.) they even started walking at a slight angle to turn around. But this move was a failure as I was getting closer - all the while enjoying the situation. I then just passed them by and issued a friendly "hullo", each one of them, in turn, then gave the meekest hallo I have ever heard in my life.
Moral of the story: don't fear the dangerous man in the dark; after all it could be you.
