gawd.....guess what happened to me tonight.......shit it was like scenes from a movie. i had just got off work and I stopped at this gas station to get some sodas for brian and i. for some reason it was unusually busy there that night. i usually park in front of the store, but for some god forsaken reason i parked on the side of the gas station where it was dimly lit. i walked in, grabbed the sodas, and paid for my things. I weaved in and out of croud as i made my way out to the door. as i was walking out the door i noticed that there were two guys standing by the telephone. one was black and the other was a spanish guy. the black guy was talking on the phone. i could feel at the corner of my eye that the spanish guy was watching my every move. it felt a little eerie so i walked a little faster to my car. as i got to my car i noticed the black guy was walking beside me and then i stopped a bit to see what he wanted and then right as i was going to turn he grabbed my purse. at first i was thinking it was just a joke and that he was going to give it back to me, but as i watched him walk away i started to yell that he had my purse. i think i must of screamed at the top of my lungs. i was in shock. i actually started to chase after him into the darkness. i remember we were running on the sidewalk by the main road and then i found myself exhausted, huffing and puffing, and still yelling at the top of my lungs in a dark alley with walls surrounding me. i remember looking at a dumpster wondering if he was in there. i can't believe i had the guts to actually chase this asshole. i had so much adrenaline running through my body. i wanted to chase him some more, but then i realized that he had jumped over the massive walls that were surrounding me. i was so sad, disgusted, and just so fucking mad all at the same time. i ran back to the gas station where i had my purse stolen and told the attendant that was inside that a man had stolen my purse outside the gas station. he asked me if i wanted to call 911. i told him no, only because i thought i wouldn't get my purse back. the gas attendant calmed me down and ran to the back of the store and grabbed a dasani bottled water for me to drink so i could catch my breath. that calmed me down a bit. i asked him if i could use the phone and he dialed the number to my house. i called brian, frantically told him the situation and then got off the phone. i didn't know what to do at that point. i felt lost. all these things were running in my head. i was thinking gawd...i have to cancel my bank cards, credit cards, checks, and then i was thinking i had to get my driver's license....social security card.... when i was thinking about all this a lady comes running in shouting to call 911. she shouts that there is a guy a couple of streets down holding another guy at gun point on the ground. right then i knew that must be the fucking bastard that stole my purse. i asked her if the guy was black and if he had a beenie on his head. she said yes. gawd, i was so relieved to hear that. once i heard her say that i ran to my car and took off in the direction she told me to go. i found the place with no problem. i waited in my car and turned my high beams on. i was too afraid to get out, but as i was sitting there and my eyes were getting adjusted i saw that the guy that was holding the gun was an off duty cop. he had a bullet proof vest on but was in civilian clothes. he had the guy face down on the ground with his gun pointed to the back of his head. i tell you, it was like scenes from a cop movie. i got out of my car. i stood there for a moment and then i spotted my purse a few feet away from them. i was going to go get it, but the cop told me to stand back and wait. i obeyed his orders and stood by my car. i heard sirens all around me. they were coming closer. then i heard a helicopter above me. the ghetto bird was on top with it's spot light on us. geez, i counted how many cop cars that surrounded us. there was a total of 7. simutaneously the cops all got out of their cars and went to assist the cop with the gun. they got the guy up and put him in handcuffs and escorted him to the back of one of the cars. during all that....i said a little prayer and thanked god for watching over me tonight. i was relieved, happy, and felt really good inside. one of the cops wrote of up the incident report. he asked me how it all happened and wrote every thing i said down. he asked me if i wanted to prosecute. i said yes. i want to prosecute this fucker. for one, he stole my purse, two he made me run and three he messed with the wrong person. i will be in the court room when the court date is set. he deserves it. anyway, i hope you all be careful now. people are that desparate and since it's the holidays theres no telling what a person might do. i am glad that i'm still alive and nothing bad came out of this whole fiasco.