tRuST mE, YoU Don't kNOw ANYONE (not really)

Brought beers and chips out to my sweet, mild- mannered little old super. We sat on the front stoop, eating, munching and watching the parade of passers- by engulfing themselves in a perfect summer afternoon.

In the course of our chat, he mentioned that he got out of Attica just in time, because the riots occurred the week after he'd been freed. ??????? I'm like, "what were you in for?" He's like, "a dime for attempted murder." ATTEMPTED MURDER??!?? THIS SWEET OLD MAN? Then he described how some dude had stepped to his woman, so he threw the guy out a window, jumped out after him and stabbed him repeatedly.

Go effin' figure.