I was walking down a normal block in a seemingly normal neighborhood, minding my own business. My car was parked there, and I was standing in front of it, digging into my jeans in search of the keys, when a person I wasn’t paying very much attention to came strolling down the sidewalk.

He was in his late twenties, wearing a hooded blue parka and light blue jeans, and appeared to be on his way to wherever it was he had to go. But when I looked up he looked straight at me, kept looking at me in fact, and when he got within arms reach I saw that in his right hand, pulled up around his chest, he held a black gun, pointed in my direction.