Nothing will make you go John Ashcroft quicker than looking into the speaking end of some revolver. That is, except, if your girl is looking into it instead of you. One night in December, I was roused out of a half-slumber by a frantic ringing of the doorbell. It was my partner screaming that she'd just been robbed. Some punk stopped her outside our basement apartment, demanded her purse, and when she didn't oblige, put a handgun to her head. The shock of her being robbed was only matched by my shock at how quickly help arrived at our door. She was still on the phone with 911 when the cops of the 71st Precinct pulled up, scooped her in, and took her around our Lefferts Garden neighborhood... More >>>