It's one in the morning.

William's riding his bike along the city streets.

He loves that late-night feeling,

the smell of fresh smog,

and the sight of sneakers dangling from a telephone wire.

He chuckles to himself as he glides along,

then gasps suddenly.

What does he see?

A bleeding old man immersed in a pile of leaves!

His bare feet are sticking out like flags in the wind.

William slows down, approaching him.

"Need help, sir?"

William pulls out his cell phone to call the police.

"Go away!" the old man hollers. "I've got a gun!"

William does as he's told, afraid and stunned.

"Whatever," he figures.

"But what if the man who attacked him is still out here?"

William's terror increases.

He's got to get home.

But he's got to take a leak!

He decides to go in the diner down the street.

But what if the attacker is in there, holding up the place?

Okay, okay, down an alley William goes.

Unzips his pants and what do you know?

"Give me your money," says a cool voice from behind.

William feels something poking him in the back.

"Okay, okay," he stammers, his heart beating like mad.

The guy doesn't wait.

He shoves his hand down William's pants pocket,

then he takes off.

Wait! He's got no gun.

William can plainly see.

He runs after the mugger,

his pants now falling down to his knees.

"Hold up there!" a voice calls from behind.

William turns around and what does he see?

"You're under arrest. Come with me."