When I was young, I used to have nose bleeds at night. The blood would run down into my stomach and I would throw up. It did look like chocolate.
If this woman was lying on the ground and I was there, I would be screaming for someone to help her. I think there is more to this case.
I got a feeling being MLK there could be prejudice of who uses those county facilities?
the “Crips and the Bloods” we don’t know what all those colors wars are about with the street gangs!