When I left work a small crowd was gathering on the corner. 2 guys were having some kind of scuffle.
I got closer. One guy was on the ground wearing yellow roller blades. The other guy was standing above him. The guy on the ground took a long, slow lunge at the standing guy, tried to get up, and slipped and slid. The standing guy shoved him and made him slide more.
A car was parked just a few feet away with its driver's door opened.
The standing guy didn't get taken down. The rollerblade guy couldn't stand up. He loped around on his knees throwing an occasional punch to the gut.
A woman waiting for the bus finally busted in. "STOP IT!"
The standing guy yelled at her to shut the fuck up, and pushed the other guy again.
I was rooting for the rollerblade guy to swipe the other guy's knees and bring him on the level.
A police car was parked on the opposite corner with its lights flashing, but no officer could be found.
I imagine them still there at midnight, deadlocked among the gravel and rain puddles.
1 comment:
It's sick but that actually makes me miss NYC.
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