I had a nigger pull a gun and hold it to my head in Brixton. Not quite sure what he was saying, but it was along the lines of 'dis is my town'. I shouted at him and left. Didn't piss my pants. Are you afraid of death, bro? Afraid to meet your maker? I'm not. Maybe that helps. Maybe the time i had someone pull a knife and stick it next to my femoral artery and I caved and gave him my wallet taught me not to be a pussy?