writing a lead

ONE foggy afternoon 1 oclock in the morning november 1st there was a young man ending his shift at work . As he walked threw the dark hollow tunnels of central park he is watched like hawk. three thugs approach from the mans front side and rear. One thug reach's and takes the mans wallet out his pocket. "So why the fuck you so far from Brooklyn MR David Ross" one of the thugs says in a trembling voice. MR Ross a 10 year moi tai fighter replies " lets have a little fun shall we i love the mourning after Halloween" .