October 21, 1993

I was walking down the street one night and this guy came behind and asked asked me if I had a lighter.  I told him I did. So I pulled it out of my pocket and gave it to him. He grabbed it and ran. About ten minutes later I looked down the street where I heard sirens. It was a huge fire.  I looked even closer and I saw the man in hand-cuffs. Then I started feeling low for giving that man a lighter. I thought that he was going to use it for a cigarette. I got so made that I started another fire and punched the cops.