That Sunday, tired of watching video and television, I had the not so great idea of taking a walk in CRAZY PARK, near my apartment, I had already been warned: It is a dangerous place, but I always thought it was just hearsay. I will never forget the state in which I arrived home, without three molars and eight teeth, without my engagement ring, without my leather jacket, of course without my money and thanks to the bologna sandwich I had in my shirt pocket, which miraculously lodged the bullet of someone I had never seen in my life. I didn't wait any longer, the next day I signed up for an ELITE SHOOTING course by correspondence, and three months later I went to a friend's store to buy a pistol, and since he was a friend he gave me a 15% discount. So, today, I feel safer walking around CRAZY PARK. This is my case, if I were you I would think about going for a walk or walking the dog in such a place without an automatic pistol, but you know, everyone can do what they want.