I was sitting on my stoop and this dumb White kid around 20 hits the handle bar thingy on his bike and gets off. He starts fiddling with his shitty rectangle black phone, and out of nowhere these seven kids tell him to give him his bike which I don’t even think it’s that nice of a bike. This all started and I was watching him get jumped and beaten and blood was start to come out over his eyes and goddamn it looked like a staple gun or something jutting into his face and the blood pattern on the ground was opening up like when you puke and it just splatters almost faster than real time, like an old movie. I knew these kids, these are not the kids you want to mess with. So I just sat there. I mean I was half-stunned, half-fascinated. It’s the young ones who will risk it all and do that. And so they beat him up, and after a while I went inside. After a while you kind of snap out of that dream – is it shock or bliss when you watch someone besides yourself get the shit kicked out of him. I went inside my home and I thought for a second and then I called the police. I’ll be anonymous and no one will find out. When the cops showed up I didn’t feel too bad about myself finally. Just because the kid was a White dumbass and really dumb looking and full of it for resisting them at first doesn’t mean it’s his day to get his head bashed in to death.