9:04am
Bowery, Lower Manhattan, New York City


I saw the plate of my un-eaten breakfast shatter to the ground by the vibration by hinges of Ja's door being pushed in. I remember my heart, I swear to this day, seemed to have literally stopped beating for 2 seconds. My head felt like a feather. That is how light it felt. Just floating. The 2 men must of been from hispanic or maybe cuban decent. The first words I heard was "no mover puto" over and over again. At least it sounded like that. Or maybe it was "no movea outep".  Whether I understood the meaning or not didnt matter at this point. I leaned up and the one man, dressed all in black, very muscular. The one man was wearing a ski mask. Thd other man was not. The one that had the ski mask,...