By Cindy Hossain
The situation didn’t call for laughter. The confused expression on my attacker’s face confirmed that even he was stunned by the sound bursting from my lips. Every jolt of laughter shot excruciating pain through my body, but I still couldn’t stop. What else was there to do? My demise was inevitable. Stabbed, in the back, and left to rot in some alley for the contents of my wallet, which just so happened to be empty. I lost every penny at the casino tonight. I could’ve saved you the trouble if you only asked, young man. The joke’s on you, my friend.