story idea...

The man walked down the sidewalk in a dark alley. He heard something in the shadows, and realized it was two men coming up quickly behind him. But it was too late. He was hit over the head with a trash can.

The two grungy robbers came upon their fallen victim, only to their surprise, he had begun to stand and dust the debris from his coat. A fine coat at that.

One of the robbers pulled out a knife and began tossing it back and forth between his two hands, in an effort to intimidate the coat wearing gentleman. The other robber wore an optimistic opportunistic grin.

Suddenly, the yellowing HID lamp that obviously came on at the same time each night, began to warm up above the coated man. He reached back for his trusty old fold out, with a blade equal to the legal limit for the state. On a map, all states have serrations, just like this blade.

The robber cut lightly into his own greasy chest and winced ever so slightly, before pointing the blood dampened blade at the man in the coat. The man in the coat, then, starred directly into the bum's eyes, lifted up his left sleeve to reveal multitudinous tick-mark tallied scars. That's when the serrated blade came down to complete a diagonal "5." This, unfortunately for the robbers, was only part of the sum.

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