Once, I was walking through an alley in a midwestern city. A man was approaching, walking the other way. He was wearing a trenchcoat, had a few days growth of beard, and stared at me with anger in his eyes. As we got closed, he stared to move towards me. I looked for a route of escape, but I was trapped by a dumpster. He towered above me. He raised his hand high in the air, and I was sure that he would punch me about the face. I put up my hands in defense, clenched my eyes shut, and prepared for the worst. I felt something gently touch my hands- he was handing me something. By the time I opened my eyes, he was walking away. But he had left something with me. In my hands, I found a player's condition copy of China Warrior, and a crumpled up $5 bill.
