You know I've carried a knife in some form or another as long as I can remember. But I only have one experience that I can remember where I had a knife on me at the wrong time. After high school I moved to indianapolis and studied akido and tanto jitsu. One night fairly late I decided to drive home to my folks house to spend the weekend. I left right after class was over and was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a brown hoodie. I drove a black Honda civic at the time, and had a 9in. Hunting knife that belonged to my roomate that I took home to sharpen for him tucked into the front pocket of the hoodie. (All of this comes together in the end, bear with me) At that time my folks lived about a 1/8 mile from a nursing home. As I drove past the nursing home, I looked in my rear view mirror only to see 6 squad cars with light and sirens a blazin. I wondered to myself who the hell they where after only to realize it was me right as I came to a stop in my Mom and Dads driveway. Every one of those bastards got out of there cars with there guns drawn and ordered me out of the car. My folks were staring out the window freaking out as I was handcuffed and thrown in the back of the car. Turns out, a nurse that worked at the nursing home was walking to her car after her shift and was attacked by a guy wearing black pants brown hoodie and stabbed her in the hip with a knife trying to take her purse. He eascaped by leaving the scene in a black car. This is no lie. What luck huh. The only thing that stopped me from being in jail still today is they brought the nurse down to the station to identify me. Needless to say the cops were convinced they had the right dude. Fortunately for me, she took one look at me and said. No, that's not him. He's too tall. Thank God! They where ready to throw away the key on me. Wrong place, wrong time.