score one for the home team...or are we the away team?

mark this one up as fiction...if u want...short story that may or may not have happend about 10 min ago.

Jak was a normal dude that like abnormal things and had a good head on his shoulders.
one of Jaks favorite things to do was ride his bike thru the chicago streets and playing on the internet reading about all the other bikers that have been attacked and mugged riding at night or alone. all the while thinking that its not likly that it will ever happen to him.

Jak was out on a midnight jaunt up western, heading toward grand on his way to vist a good friend. its raining out, roads are a bit slick, the glares on the wet pavement makes it hard to see the potholes so hes concentrating on not wrecking his wheels.

a bit up and on the left he hears "hey dude! hey dude u dropped somethin..."

Jak glances back thinking..."i dont have shit to drop"

Jak gets a blur of red in the corner of his eye and swings his attention back toward the "dude"...

dude has closed the distance by about 10 feet and is charging..

the only thing that comes to Jaks mind is bullshit. not me. not tonight.

instead of turning away from the dude, he puts his head down and turns right in to the dude catching him off guard with his face planting its self directly on top of jaks head...making a really gross crunching sound.

Jak bounced and veered but kept his balance and did a u turn to see whats up...

dude is laying half on the side walk...

Jak left him there.