One day a guy with a pretty brand new blue Cadillac asked me to go out with him in New York City. I went out with him on a Friday night. We were driving across the George Washington Bridge and I asked him where we were going. He said you'll see. When we go on the New Jersey side in a residential neighborhood he stopped the car. We talked a few minutes and then he became psycho.
He pulled out a magnum from the glove compartment. He put it to my left temple. He was screaming at me. I just said, please let me go, I didn't do anything to you. By the Grace of God he let me out and them he drove away. I saw a light on in a house, so I walked to the house and asked them to call me a cab. They asked what I was doing walking around there at 1 in the morning. I told them what happened. This was not the first time I have had a gun put to my head by a New Yorker either.
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