(Update: see below) This blog entry is skimpy on details, so I can't vouch for its veracity. If true, it's a great story:
I was walking down the street in New York City when I heard a light "thwap" followed by a sense of pressure on my chest. I reached for the area instinctively and felt only the Moleskine. notebook in the inside pocket of my jacket. It wasn't until I looked inside the jacket at my shirt that I found the small mangled piece of lead along with the shredded paper from my notebook. A rogue bullet had gone through my jacket and into my Moleskine. Evidently, the two outer covers and the tightly packed pages of the notebook were enough to slow the bullet down. The ink from my journal entries may have played a small role as well. For whatever reason, the bullet had stopped right between the notebook and my shirt – leaving me without a scratch….
Link (Via Moleskinerie)
Reader comment:
Mack Reed says: "Hate to be the bearer of a correction, but the Moleskine owner just outed himself as a hoaxer."
