An Evening at Gunpoint.

I attended the “House of the Wolfman” premeire tonight at the Vista Theater in Hollywood on Sunset Blvd – which was fantastic!

Around 11:15 I began the short walk down Sunset toward my car. I pulled out my cellphone and began looking thru emails to see what I had missed in the 2 hours I was at the premiere and I notice this guy walking toward me. It was a dark part of the sidewalk between street lights if you will and I noticed he was pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head. I looked up and was going to say “Hey What’s up” as I have done hundreds of times walking down a side walk in LA. And the guy pulls a pistol out of the side of his sweatshirt and puts it right between my eyes and says “It’s your unlucky night mother f—er”. At this point I am completely stunned. I really don’t know what is happening much less what to do. I just stood there. Yes, for once in my life, I was speechless. lol. He began to ramble words, I didn’t really process what he was saying but I heard the words Mother F—er and empty your pockets. Again, I just stood there.

Then he begins to yell. I throw on the ground my cell phone, a handful of candy (i am diabetic – emergency stash in my pocket), my favorite pen (Dr. Grip), the receipt from the popcorn and soda at the movie, and my car keys. Why I thought he would be satisfied with this I really don’t know… at this point I was just thinking “this guy has a gun pointed at my face” While all these things are very important to me, they are of no value to a crackhead with a gun. He says “empty your pockets”, I said “I’ve got nothing else” and he says “I want to see the inside of your pockets” so I pulled them out and then I realized he wants my wallet, so I pulled out my wallet and threw it on the ground. He then says “I want to see the inside of your back pockets… I want everything you have”. He then turned me around. I could feel the barrel of the gun against the back of my head, and at that point I really realized what was happening. He started patting my butt to feel my pockets, then he yells “Walk Mother F—er” with my hands in the air I began to walk up the sidewalk back towards the theater and as I felt my head come clear of the gun, all I could think about was that I was about to get shot. He says “that’s right mother f—er, back the way you came”. I can see all the people standing outside the theater chatting as I am literally just a block away and I didn’t hear anything behind me.

I began to walk into the middle of the street to get into the light and then I processed – I have no keys, no wallet, no cell phone – I can’t call Karen, I am walking down the middle of a dark street with the whites of my jean pockets hanging out and I can’t do anything. All I could do was grunt – mostly obscenities…. but I could hardly speak. My body started shaking profusely. It was like a diabetic sugar level swing – but totally different. I was numb and my hands and legs were shaking. 10 – 15 more steps down the middle of the road and I darted over to the other sidewalk where I was met by a group of 3 people (2 males and a girl) walking in the direction I just came from. I stopped them and said not to proceed as I was just held at gunpoint.

The girl uses her cell to call 911 and as I am explaining what happened to the guys, I realized who the girl was. It was freaking Leslie Andrews from “Sick Girl” and I said “you’re Sick Girl” and the guys started laughing. (turns out they were from the online magazine NukeTheFridge)

Well, needless to say Leslie is nothing like her character in Sick Girl. She wasn’t covered in blood and wasn’t carrying a gun and she stayed by till the cops came and filed the report. She let me use her cell to call my wife, and we had a great conversation. We both then climbed into the back of the police car and they escorted us to our cars. (turns out the guy only took my wallet and phone and didn’t take my car, which was only a few steps from where we were standing) Completely random, yet a totally awesome surprise ending to what was an awful event.

You never know how you will react in a situation as this, well I now know. I did nothing heroic. My life didn’t flash in front of my eyes, nothing. I stood there and was speechless, I am really surprised I didn’t wet my pants. But thank God the punk didn’t pull the trigger. All is fine on this front. I think Karen was more freaked out by it than I was. Hey, at least I get to go get a new iPhone tomorrow. :0)

Crazy thing is… I have had dreams the last few nights about being held at gunpoint. Fate? or Coincidence? Regardless it is jacked up.

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