The urge to just backtrack and not say anything was strong, but he didn't give in to it. Anthony tried to pull himself together. "So....like, I was just walking, right? Literally just walking," he started his story off. He was very hesitant, mainly because he genuinely wasn't sure whether he was telling the truth or not. He just decided to risk it and keep talking.

"And there's this guy. He comes up to me, all like 'you took my money'. And I didn't do that! So I was probably just like 'what the hell? No' and he just took...." He had a very sudden realization here. That bastard took his money. He took his goddamn money. He tried to not show his displeasure, but it was difficult. "...my money, that's what he took, right. And, like, I wanted it back, so I said that. And I kept saying that. And then..." Anthony just kind of shrugged, as if to signify the story was over. He didn't want to spell out how bad he got his ass beat.