
A street near South.
A broken bottle.
"Go back to Jersey!"
Punches. Shoes removed. Shoes.
I kept my distance.
It was a weeknight. Of all nights. For this to happen.
Punch. Yell. Punch.
They went inside. We continued walking.
Josh punched a passenger window. On a car.
Right through it.
Bleeding.
I offered my t-shirt.
Blood for Blood.
I let him keep it.
Blood for Blood - Wasted Youth Brew. AKA. Bargain bin.
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