A Fight?

A light breeze began to blow. I caught the whiff of tobacco and persumably something illegal aloft. There was an old bag lady walking across the street from us with a shopping cart. She apparently was looking for her dog that wasn’t there. I lifted my camera and took a couple pics. As scared as I was, something started to excite me on the inside. I noticed a large group of skinheads walking toward someone in the alley.

“Jenny, what are all those skinheads doing in the alley?” I asked.

She looked over and her eyes bulged out.

“Holy fuck. David, don’t let them see you. They're congregating. Something's going down.”

“Like a fight?” I said.

“I don't know! Shit, David, put your camera down!" She said.

After about a minute I faintly heard some yelling then the sounds of a scuffle. A voice yelled “curb stomp” in the distance. As they cleared, I saw a young skinhead kid lying in the alley in a pool of blood. The group of skinheads casually walking away from this as though it was routine.

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