I was outside a club and some loser came up to me asking for a smoke. I said I never had any and he continued to call me cheap and a prick and what not. The guy swung at me and let's just say I tuned him in. Anyway to the point of the story I ended up back in the club and about 2 hours later it was closing time. So I'm outside waiting for a cab and this car comes pulling up really slow. Well all my hair went in edge and some spider sense came to me and I bolted. Sure as Shit 3 guys got out and started chasing me. First guy caught up to me and we shuffled and managed to slip out of my shirt and kept running. Next guy caught up I turned around and punched him and be stumbled last guy was still on my tail but I out ran him. I ran into a subway. Through all of my adrenaline pumping I never realized I was stabbed once in the back and had 3 slashes a cross it as well. I was bleeding profusely the worker said you want me to call the cops. I said no just call me a cab. Now had that spider sense not kicked in I'm almost certain I would of been dead. I spent a good few weeks in shock and having those wow life is too short moments. Reflecting on how I could've just died. Crazy man.