Robbed

Its a sad day. Me and Elijah of all people were on an extremely spontaneous wilderness adventure up in the state park in Baldwin Hills. We wandered around in the woods, hopped over tall fences with barb wire, found an underground tunnel that was powered by a generator that was triggered by us opening a trap door in the mountainside, and ended up being spat onto La Brea where the street winds through the dark hills and turns into a mini highway where cars are move as fast as 70 miles per hour. We got caught on a narrow sliver of sidewalk where there was this blind spot and cars where coming at us out of nowhere extremely fast. So we had to carefully cross the dangerous and giant street, which forced us onto another narrow sidewalk that slithered down the hill and took us straight into a neighborhood called "the jungle", a notoriously dangerous housing development where gang related activity is extreme and few white people would ever dare go. Elijah and I lived in this vicinity for a year and were not as concerned as most because not only did we have experience in this neighborhood but we have actually been inside "the jungle" and lived to tell about it. At the time we were accompanied by a retired gang banger which helped. I was hoping that our luck would hold. Two guys jumped over the short wall that separated the street from the jungle and headed right for us. They were about six feet tall and were built like football players. They both had black hoodies on and over they're heads and they both wore leather gloves, which was a detail that scared me the most. We had nowhere to go. They stopped us, backed us up into the wall and immediately started frisking us. I was holding my jacket in my hand and one of them grabbed it and found my cell phone and i touch in the loose and exposed pocket. They asked us where our wallets were but seemed not to care after finding my stuff because at that point they turned around, hopped back over the wall and slowly walked away before they ducked right and disappeared into the shadowy alleys of the jungle. Fucking A! What was I supposed to do? I now have visions of fighting back and being victorious, or making a break for it and getting away. They never flashed any weapons and if we moved fast it's possible that we would have been ok. But in my opinion the risks were to great, the outcomes to uncertain and the environment to dangerous. We didn't end up making a move and it was over before I knew it. Shit happens and people get robbed. It's been happening since the beginning of time. All that I know is that I didn't get hurt and that all I lost was just stuff that will be worth nothing someday.