I used to pal around with Ed, a guy about my age at the time (50ish). He stood 6'2" and had been a high-school football player and was a personal trainer around then. He was fit and gave the impression he could handle himself.
He lived for a time with a woman in Camden, and told me he was at an ATM in that dangerous downtown in the wee hours. As he was walking away from making a cash withdrawal, a stranger approached him saying, "Hey, do me a favor?"
Ed replied, "It's 4 a.m. I stopped doing favors at 3."
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