on our way to get some booze into our bodies before last call my wife is driving and sees two bodies chasing another across the street and then one is on the ground and they are on top of himshe turns, accelerates slams on the brakes inches from hitting them holds down the horn i open the door and start to step out they stop attacking and turn towards us shaved heads shining under the streetlights brandishing baseball bats i sit back down in the car and close the door one yells get the fuck out of here my wife yells you get the fuck out of here fuck you they walk across the street slowly get into a silver dodge stratus and drive off while we're getting the victim into our back seat and calling the cops he's about sixty half cut nose bright red against his pale cheeks skin and bones swimming in an extra large polyester jacket the man's story is they come up to him asking 'are you a white supremacist' 'well i don't' he gets a bat upside the head and figures he better start running we didn't get a license plate the cops don't seem interested and then we are on our way to get some booze into our bodies before last call
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