Mugging

BC was beaten up last night. He’s visiting his mom and family in Illinois, for his mom’s 70th birthday. He was hanging in a gay bar across the Mississippi and offered to drive a guy home who seemed to have had too much to drink. The guy directed him to his home in a dark alley. He staggered when let out of the car, and when Chris got out to help him, BAM, punched Chris is the face, demanded his money. Well, the first rule of mugging, I think, is something like, “Always pick on someone smaller.” Chris is a big dude–he’s “Big Chrissy,” remember? He fought back, and ended up with a piece of the guy’s pants. He didn’t lose his wallet, but ended up with a black eye, some cuts to his face, and bruises. Gay on gay violence, I didn’t think it was possible. “Ape has killed ape!” I started crying when I talked to him this morning, imagining that I had received a call that he was found dead in that alley. Poor Big Chrissy, I feel just awful that I wasn’t there to protect him, but am so grateful that he’s (relatively) okay.