I was at a pub with one of my college girlfriends. It was a cool late winter or early spring evening; I was wearing my college hoody, jeans and my Darcie style Doc Marten boots. I happened to be sitting near an open seat at the end of the bar. A very scary looking guy sat next to me in the open stool, he had his hood over his head, very odd and mysterious. When he spoke to me, he didn’t make much sense because of his accent and his high level of intoxication, it was very garbled and slurred.…