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Quote:The two guys looked like they’d been fighting for quite a while. As I stood at the end of the alley, watching, I couldn’t figure out what they were on about. When the white guy grabbed a two-by-four and swung it at the black guy I started down the alley. A brawl I could deal with, but this just jumped to assault.Tensing error correction
I got to the parking area they were fighting in when the white guy smashed out the back glass of a maroon car. The black guy had an unbroken bottle in his hand. The smashing of the window seemed to snap the white guy out of what he was doing and he threw the board away, laughing. This just enraged the black man who smashed his bottle a little too well. He threw it down and tackled the white guy and they continued brawling.
Finally, the white guy got an arm lock on the black guy and pulled him away from the cars. “Put the glasses on! Put ‘em on!” He shouted dragging the guy away.
“No!” Was all the black guy would shout.
“Children, stop!” I shouted and jumped the twenty feet between us to break them up. “Back down and tell me what the hell is going on!”
The white guy pulled on a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses and looked me up and down. He picked up another pair of sunglasses and offered them to me. “Put these on, and you’ll understand.”
“That’s what this is about?” I asked, taking the glasses from the guy. “A pair of sunglasses?” That’s me, Douglas Quincy Sangnoir, shooting my mouth off. I put the glasses on and noticed that the world didn’t get any darker . . . it did however go into black and white. “Not cool,” I growled and looked around. At the end of the alley were a pair of zombie-looking people watching the fracas.
“Brother,” the white guy stated. “Life’s a bitch, and she’s back in heat.”