22nd street and 10th ave right now two guys following me, can’t help but have a big smile upon my face Im talking about a happy one ;-))))

Waiting for them… Are they really thinking I’m drunk??? They have to be kidding. Hahahaha

25th and 10ave they are getting closer lol

pic.twitter.com/bBJtLtVb by Renzo

I just stop to take a pic, they pretend they are looking at the window, can’t lie… My blood runs in a different speed, man I miss Brazil

JiuJitsu ;-))) never leave home without it pic.twitter.com/bBJtLtVb

Please hold there for just a couple minutes be right back

They are coming closer, asking for a cigaret lol can’t help but have a smile in my face. I don’t smoke. Pretend to wobble. They smile

Back as he runs, no chance to catch him… Even though I began to try to run after him, I realize How slow I was. F***k it :-///

This one asks me why did I do that, pretending to be stupid, one little kick to the ribs makes him whine and apologize, as I’m writing this.

I ask him if he was planing to rob me, he says no. All he wanted was a cigarette, lol I can’t help but have a big smile upon my face, and ..

The certainty that if it was an ordinary man he would be sad about his stolen goods. F*****g c**t cries like a bitch when the tide turns…

I can’t help but take a pic as his nose bleeds and he wines and asks why did I do that… Like he doesn’t know the reason…

pic.twitter.com/THjUYQkR by Renzo

My f*****g hands hurt, hurt like hell… pic.twitter.com/THjUYQkR

Drove around two blocks… The other fellow disappear, I’m heading home… Angry for not finding the second one. Guess no sleeping tonight

I knew it yessss

There is basic things like you don’t come back to where the problem was.. You just don’t, I knew he would, just going around the block would

Be enough… Dumb f%#^ I just gave him the old style Raccoon, it has been a while since the last time I did.. Choke him out 3 times…

And before he woke up I did hit each eye socket at least twice, tomorrow he will wake up like a raccoon, and every time he woke up I was…

Whispering at his ears.. That’s what death feels like it.. Don’t do that again. My f*****g hand hurts, :-/ a lot

Next time I will use only the elbows, damn I miss that feeling, sometimes I wonder if the easy life has been making me pic.twitter.com/aXBkOM7O

Soft.. All those years in Brazil, without knowing if I would make it home had to count for something, I can’t lie I could have jump in a cab

pic.twitter.com/aXBkOM7O by Renzo

But I could not help, I could spot them from a mile away, walking was my option, thank you mayor Giuliani, nobody carries a gun in our…

Beautiful state, my lucky day, their bad day… My hand hurts and @FrankieEdgar is here at 9:30am for some training, shoot damn little guy

Could not take a second pic guys sorry, believe I try, as I reach for my iPhone he almost took off :-/ fast mofo

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The text above is a compilation of the snippets posted by Renzo Gracie in the wee hours of the morning this Friday, likely the first time an attempted mugging has been reported real time over Twitter. Direct from Manhattan, NY.
How you like that, Joseph Wambaugh?

Esperando por eles… Eles realmente estão achando que estou bêbado? Só podem estar brincando.

Rua 25 com décima avenida, estão chegando mais perto…

Eu paro para tirar uma foto, eles fingem que estão olhando uma vitrine. Não vou mentir… Meu sangue corre numa velocidade diferente, como eu sinto falta do Brasil!

“Jiu-Jitsu, nunca saia de casa sem ele.”

Esperem por dois minutos, já volto.

Eles chegam mais perto, pedem um cigarro. Continuo sorrindo. “Eu não fumo”. Finjo que estou cambaleando. Eles riem.

Minhas mãos doem. Não resisto e olho pra ele enquanto o outro corre, não é muito companheiro. Covarde. Ainda consigo vê-lo, ele olha para trás enquanto corre, eu ainda tento ir atrás, mas percebo que vai ser em vão porque estou muito lento. Droga!

O que eu peguei pergunta por que eu fiz isso, fingindo-se de idiota. Um chute de leve nas costelas faz com que ele solte um gemido e peça desculpa, ao mesmo tempo em que escrevo isto [no celular].

Eu pergunto se ele planejava me roubar, ele diz que não, tudo que queria era um cigarro. Rárá Eu sorrio com a certeza de que se fosse uma pessoa qualquer a esta altura estaria triste com suas coisas roubadas. E o filha da mãe do ladrão chora feito uma mulherzinha agora que a maré dele mudou.

Não resisto e tiro uma foto do safado enquanto ele geme e pergunta por que fiz isso, como se não soubesse a razão.

Minhas mãos doem muito.

Dirijo por duas quadras, o outro realmente desapareceu, vou para casa… furioso por não tê-lo achado. Acho que não vou dormir esta noite.

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O texto acima foi postado em partes por Renzo Gracie na noite passada, provavelmente o primeiro relato de uma tentativa de assalto contada com detalhes em tempo real pelo Twitter. Direto de Manhattan, NY.

Gostou dessa, Rubem Fonseca?

Renzo conta com detalhes tentativa de assalto em NY