Update

Case in point: I was held at gunpoint once. (On the night of my aunt, who was a second mother to me, 's funeral, no less.) I was so drunk and in mourning that once I figured out what was going on, with the gun in my face, I just threw down my wallet & kept walking. I only bothered to report it because I had to fly back home the next day and I needed a police report to document why I had no ID but needed to board a flight. But I was under no illusion they were getting my wallet back. 2/2