As I was walking to my train I was being bullied by two guys, walking behind me calling me names. They wanted to provoke me and get me violent and kept calling me names based on my dad's role in some semi-obscure sci-fi series. Unlike what I told the police later, it wasn't Star Wars and my dad wasn't Harrison Ford. I think he was Asian.
I turned on them and they saw this as their chance. They pulled baseball bats out of their very baggy jeans and one of them came at me swinging. I disarmed him and knocked him down on the floor, now having his bat in my hand and swinging twice to get the other off balance before lunging and hitting him straight in the head, knocking him unconscious and off the train platform down unto the track. It was like I was a blademaster with a bat. A batmaster. The other guy started crawling away. I threatened to break his knee-caps and when he didn't stop I did so.
A policewoman showed up and wasn't very eager to help. She told me they were a small Swedish town and with the police spread far and wide. Plus, she had a date tonight so, since I seemed fine couldn't we just let this one go? She didn't pay any mind to any of the bullies, neither the one unconscious on the train tracks or the one whose knee caps I just broke with a baseball bat. Of course, I couldn't let this one go - what if they came with guns next time? She sighed and tried to bargain for me to talk to one of her police colleagues on the phone; perhaps he could give me some advice. Besides, how would those bullies possibly get away with walking around with baseball bats in public? I pointed out that they had very wide, 90's style hip hop jeans and she agreed hesitantly that it seemed plausible, but why would they attack you?
"Because I'm the son of a sci-fi series celebrity!"
"Surely you're not. Who?"
I didn't actually know the series or the role my dad played.
"You know Han Solo in the Star Wars Saga?"
"Your dad is Harrison Ford?"
She clearly didn't believe me, but I insisted and she started to be convinced.
Instead of arresting anyone and keen to get away on her date, the police officer now called her colleague as she had offered. They chatted gaily on speaker before I chimed in and claimed to be the actual purpose of this call. I explained the situation and he started to give me some lazy advice, clearly not worried about my future safety.
I showed a WhatsApp video, that some bystander had filmed, of what had happened to Valeria. In it you could see me laughing about and being silly, doing wire work with another actor on a train station.
The police officer had found a lot of left-over food from the restaurants at the station, so we sat down to eat that. The salmon cakes looked lovely.
Me and Siri were walking along a prettily decorated rivulet at someone in my extended family's place. I messed up the stone banks and Anna Sellberg came to tell us to not do that.
I turned on them and they saw this as their chance. They pulled baseball bats out of their very baggy jeans and one of them came at me swinging. I disarmed him and knocked him down on the floor, now having his bat in my hand and swinging twice to get the other off balance before lunging and hitting him straight in the head, knocking him unconscious and off the train platform down unto the track. It was like I was a blademaster with a bat. A batmaster. The other guy started crawling away. I threatened to break his knee-caps and when he didn't stop I did so.
A policewoman showed up and wasn't very eager to help. She told me they were a small Swedish town and with the police spread far and wide. Plus, she had a date tonight so, since I seemed fine couldn't we just let this one go? She didn't pay any mind to any of the bullies, neither the one unconscious on the train tracks or the one whose knee caps I just broke with a baseball bat. Of course, I couldn't let this one go - what if they came with guns next time? She sighed and tried to bargain for me to talk to one of her police colleagues on the phone; perhaps he could give me some advice. Besides, how would those bullies possibly get away with walking around with baseball bats in public? I pointed out that they had very wide, 90's style hip hop jeans and she agreed hesitantly that it seemed plausible, but why would they attack you?
"Because I'm the son of a sci-fi series celebrity!"
"Surely you're not. Who?"
I didn't actually know the series or the role my dad played.
"You know Han Solo in the Star Wars Saga?"
"Your dad is Harrison Ford?"
She clearly didn't believe me, but I insisted and she started to be convinced.
Instead of arresting anyone and keen to get away on her date, the police officer now called her colleague as she had offered. They chatted gaily on speaker before I chimed in and claimed to be the actual purpose of this call. I explained the situation and he started to give me some lazy advice, clearly not worried about my future safety.
I showed a WhatsApp video, that some bystander had filmed, of what had happened to Valeria. In it you could see me laughing about and being silly, doing wire work with another actor on a train station.
The police officer had found a lot of left-over food from the restaurants at the station, so we sat down to eat that. The salmon cakes looked lovely.
Me and Siri were walking along a prettily decorated rivulet at someone in my extended family's place. I messed up the stone banks and Anna Sellberg came to tell us to not do that.
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