Let me tell you something you jack wagon.
I feel like it’s over I’ll grab whatever to stop the violence being visited upon me that might end my life.
It only takes one wrong thing to happen and George is never heard from or about again.
That’s right. Think brain damage or worse. It happens and as it so happen here George was gettin g his head hammered into the ground.
Superficial wounds? You Poosy. You fairy. Limp wristed, high minded, well cuddled moralist.
I guarantee you have never been in a fight.
You have no idea what being thrown around feels like or getting a well delivered knuckle sandwich right your nose, your eye socket ir having your head slammed into concrete.
GFY. I never thought about race until high brows like you brought it up and I don’t see how it’s Germain to anything in this case, as far as cause and causality are concerned.
Pound sand.
You have that right. He should try banging his head into concret. There is no such thing as a light blow. Some of the arguments I hear are just nonsense. What I still can’t wrap my head around is why a 17 year old kid who was fairly close to home simply didn’t run home like a normal teenager.
You are right about his obvious lack of experience in the street.