Last night, I was mugged in New York City. Here’s how it went down: I was walking home in Brooklyn, about 9:30 p.m., a route I’ve taken a hundred times before. People were out and about, coming back from -- or maybe going to -- dinner. (We eat late here in the Big Apple.) My guard was down, partially because I’ve lived in the city for 11 years, and never had an issue with violence. I was texting a friend, and didn’t notice the young man running up behind me until….