Well, one of the Mexican guys didn't want to mug me in the first place, you could see it in his eyes (still kept my eye on him though). The other guy thought he had huge balls though. He threatened to shoot me and I shrugged him off. I laughed at him when he pulled his black and white bandana up to cover his face, I mean seriously what the fuck was the point? He tried reaching in my pockets and was quickly denied after I removed his hand from my being. He threatened to shoot me and I just stared at him (he could have had a knife, but if he had a gun he would have flashed it). Counting I never removed my hands from my jacket, he probably thought I had something on me - which I did, a 4.5/5" blade.
His friend kept telling him that they should leave, especially since I didn't look like I gave a damn about the situation - which at that point I didn't, I was too busy watching his hands. I got shoved down when I looked at his friend again to make sure he wasn't doing anything, and as I hit the ground he tried to cajole his friend to help him drag me back further into the park, but before he even finished his sentence I was up and my fist was gripped around my knife in my pocket. I still kept the knife hidden with the blade retracted in my pocket (I didn't want to pull it because I didn't want to make the situation worse - better three live people than two dead ones, potentially including me). Immediately as I got up I raised my voice when I called him a fucking idiot and pointed out there was another pedestrian staring at everything going on. As I pointed to the other pedestrian I took my knife out (just gripped in my fist, like holding a roll of quarters) and brought it up to the right of his head/side of his face, but I doubt he saw that (his friend could have, given the angle). They turned and took off, and I continued on my way to where I was heading and didn't look back.
Funny thing is I wasn't afraid in the slightest. I wanted to stab into his neck as soon as he put on the tough guy ruse, but I'm far more fearful of what consequences could come if I killed him. Self defense in the courts is probably bullshit, and what with the whole idea of going to prison, police involvement, my future (or lack thereof), neighborhood drama/possible idiots seeking revenge... too much bad shit, add on that California is now a "retreat" state and I'm sure everything would have gone down the tubes. I learned a long time ago when I had my temple torn torn open in a fight with a skinhead that you don't fight to knock someone out or just to subdue, you fight them till their dead or dying, and then you finish the job.
Thankfully that other guy appeared (he was older, and really thin - I hope he is all right); things could have turned out very differently if he didn't magically appear. Later today I'm going to go fill out a police report. Guy was around 6", heavy set (fat), wearing a black sweater/sweatshirt jacket with a grey logo on it. Brown eyes, shaved head (I believe), small nose, etc. Hardly the best description, but it's all I got. At least the shoving technically counts as assault, or at least I think it does... hopefully they catch him though.
I ended up getting a ride from my cousin back home like three hours later and told him all about it, and apparently he's seen the guy before, so maybe that area is near where he lives. I typically have to walk everywhere because my car is out of order (and I still haven't been able to find work this last year), so actually getting a permit for a concealed firearm is somewhat on my mind; but again, I should only have one if I'm willing to pull the trigger, and that's a pretty serious question.
