A brief excerpt of a not-so-brief day

I'm pressed for time right now, so I'll have to explain the rest of my day at some other time. As a quick spoiler, I didn't actually end up dying of my mysterious coughing disease. But flash forward a bit.

Later that afternoon, I was in the park. I don't really frequent the park, since there tend to be weird little things like Forever 21 employees passed out there, but I went anyway, for reasons I'll (again) have to explain later.

I was walking through the park, as I mentioned, and I was still wearing my hospital bracelet. It was that time of night where the sun is no longer visible, but still hangs on for a bit to say good night to whoever may have lingered outside to watch it go. So my shadow was essentially gone as I walked through the park, mixed up in all of the other shadows cast by the imminent darkness.

I was quite a bit tired from today, so I dragged my feet quite a bit, and I was pretty out of it, daydreaming as I went along and speculating as to where to go from here. Not in the park. In my job, and my life, and such. Once again (sigh), I'll have to explain later. The events of the day that had occurred up to this point hadn't been very complicated-- it's just that there had been a lot of them. So I was thinking about all of these things that shall remain mysterious for now, and letting my feet leave little trails in stray leaves and dirt, when someone decided to interrupt my thought process. Interesting, since I'd thought I'd been alone.

Their method of interruption was even more intriguing. I could almost hear the person's thought process:

Oh, look. There's an Asian man with a hospital bracelet walking through the park.

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I bet he has lots of money. Why don't I mug him? I'm bored anyway.

Of course, that's probably not what happened, but I only had one data point for extrapolation purposes: the gun pointed at the back of my neck and the voice that hissed, "Your money or your life."

Well, damn! Not very original, but I fished out my wallet. That's when I remembered that I had my truck money in my pocket. Not the greatest way to start a business. You'll know later what that means.

I hurriedly handed over the enormous wad of cash. The mugger, although his/her face was covered, looked completely shocked, and snatched it up quickly. It was getting dark, but I'm pretty sure s/he checked it to see if I was a counterfeiter or something. Ha. Nope, I was just supremely unlucky.

They began to edge away from me, then, pointing the gun at me as they slipped into the woods.

My life stinks.