Plaxico is up shits creek.

The pile on continues as more facts come out in the Plaxico Burress mess. It's funny to see how the tide has turned. First the sportswriters were like the villagers in Frankenstein with the torches and pitchforks ready to hang him. But as the repetition on sports radio went on and on I think they were getting a little scared of the comments they were getting from some of the knuckleheads that are their audience. Most of those losers have never been in a bad situation in their lives. I mean in a place where a lot of people had guns and you could fee the tension with a knife.

I was held up at gun point twice in my life. Once as a young kid in a bar. Just a regular Brooklyn gin mill where these guys came in with a shot gun and held up the bar. Now there were a couple of cops in the joint but they were smart enough not to do anything until the doers left. Then they ran outside and pegged a few shots at them. But they got away clean. For a while. You see it was a mob place so they really didn't get away clean. At least that is what I heard but who knows if that is true.

The second time was in my friends video store. My friend and his wife and one customer were in the store right around this time of year. In fact it was the day before Christmas Eve which I think fell on a Friday that year. Anyway one guy walks up to the counter and another was by the door. We were joking around and not paying attention because we were going to meet friends at the Montague street Saloon later that night. We had broken out a bottle and were giving the customers shots with their videos. And having one or two to keep them company.

So the mook in the front of the store grabs the customer who was on the other side of the counter and puts a gun to his head. The guy at the door pulls out a gun and they demand the money in the register. I was behind the counter with my friend who owned the store and his wife. She took off her engagement ring and wedding ring and stuffed it under the radiator. They got the money in the register and my friend had a stash in a video box that was the phony stash. That's what you give up when you are robbed and they demand more money. There was some tens and twenties but most of it was singles. The real stash was in the freezer in the back. They made us lie on the floor. I thought it was all over. But they just ran out the front.

We called the cops and they came over and we went to the 76th precient to fill out a report. You know how they have mug books on TV. Well they had mug drawers, whole filing cabinets full of suspects and known skells. This was in Dinkins time and crime was off the charts. We looked and looked but after a while it got to be a joke. So nothing ever came of it.

I think of that night a lot as I sit in the back of the store in the office and type away while the girls are fitting women in the front. I have had to throw a few skells out in the past few weeks so I make sure I am always around. I have a bat behind the counter and an expanding metal baton in case I need it. When I get up in their face they usually move pretty quick. You see sometimes I have a lot of anger. But there might come a time when somebody has a gat and there will be nothing you can do.

Unless I can get Plaxico to hang out at the store.