I actually saw some guy in Winnipeg get mugged for his coolers before. He was walking out of the beer vendor, and then some freak came out from behind the dumpster and just grabbed the dude’s bag. I was some ways behind, and heard the victim say to the mugger, after some weak attempt at struggling; okay just fucking take it then! The mugger went off, the victim quickly walked off in between some buildings.
Now what the fuck was I gonna do anyways. Run in there all Batman style? Calling the cops perhaps, but at that point in the situation, drastic measures no longer needed to be taken, and I assume the guy, had he wanted to see this incident furthered, would have done so himself. Still, I always felt kind of bad for not doing anything. I could have went to see the guy and see if he was alright, but it all happened really fast and he left quickly. Besides, it was obvious he was alright. He seemed more pissed off than scared.
I’m also thinking I could have acted as a witness, but I kinda doubt much attention, in that neighborhood, would have been given to a crime like that.
In that same alley actually…there was another incident I looked away from. Nearly at the same place, too…it’s fucking cursed, man.
There was a bar there called The Zoo, and by the back door which led to the alley, there was some dude with a hotdog stand selling food. I’m walking home, and then I hear all this ruckus. Six or seven guys just came out of the bar and started beating the shit out of this poor guy, and breaking his cart and wasting the food and all. I didn’t do dick, although I really should have called the police. But I got too scared and hurried away.
To console myself though, it was a pretty busy place, so I’m sure someone called them. There’s also that that bar was, prolly still is, a place where all these biker drug dealers congregated. Denno what that poor hotdog man did to deserve that, but I’d rather not fuck with people in Hell’s Angels or wtv.