this morning when we were waiting for a taxi to the airport for my flight back to singapore, a man on crutches approached us and asked if he could share a cab. He then reached for his pocket, rummaging for money. Instead, he pulled out a swiss knife and stabbed me in the shoulder with a sleight of hand. We ran, screamed and sought refuge in a nearby 7-11. The next thing I knew, I was in the back of an ambulance to the hospital where a series of injections and x-rays were performed on me. Then, in a subconscious state of mind, I recorded my statement with the local detectives and handed them a mouth swap with my DNA on it. I don't know what will happen to the stabber but may his balls rot amithaba