Held At Gunpoint

(This is a fictional poem) Two months ago I decided to visit another state. I thought it would be fun but it turned out not to be so great. As I walked by Lindsay Lohan's house, I heard a loud cry. I ran in her yard and saw her being held at gunpoint by a strange guy. He was enraged and he wanted her dead. He threatened to pull the trigger as he held the gun to her head. I tried to reason with him but he shot me in the shoulder. I fell to the ground and decided to make a move that was bolder. When I got up, I threw a handful of dirt in his eyes. I kicked the gun out of his hand and then I clobbered the guy. Lindsay offered me a reward but I turned it down. I already got a reward just by knowing that she's still around.