I posted this on my web site the other day, but I feel its intresting so you should read it...
When I was like 16 years old, I was at this punk show. It was in a pretty bad neighborhood in DC and some drug dealers robbed this punk kid. A bunch of knuckle head skins found out, and instead of fighting with the punks like they normally do, they just started hassling all the Jamaican kids who hung out around the bar and sold weed to the white kids. Anyway the show had ended and I was standing outside talking to this cute girl. Now this was a rarity because when I was 16 I was fat and got no chicks. Also, punk rock wasn't nearly as hip, so none of us really got any girls. The point is, I was all excited to be talking to this girl, when a huge fight erupts all around me. It was skinheads vs Jamaican drug dealers. It was pretty insane. Bottles were flying everywhere people were screaming and running around. I had never really seen anything like it on this magnitude. I just stood there watching trying to not get involved. Suddenly I heard this screech and I turned around and I saw some punk kid fly out from under a car. He got run over and he just popped out the back. He was propelled into the air. It was pretty fucked up. Then their was this stand off between this little black kid and like 5 big ass skins. He had a 40oz bottle in his hand and was holding off the skins with it. He just threw the bottle and started running. He missed completely and the skins caught up to him. They just stomped him down kicking him in the face and chest and stomping on all his parts. It was one of the most brutal things, no, the most brutal things I have ever seen. The skinheads were chased away by some locals with baseball bats. The locals picked up the kid, but he was bleeding everywhere out of his face, and when they picked him up by his arm it looked like it was broken in 5 places. They just put him down and he collapsed in a huge puddle of his own blood. I got the fuck out of there walked a few blocks to my car and drove home. On the way to my car, some locals threatened me with bats but I explained to them I had nothing to do with the fight and they let me go. As I was driving home, about 10 min after this kid was beaten, I finally heard some sirens. Unfortunately they were too late, and I found out later the kid died in the hospital. Yeah, it was fucked up, and not a week goes by that I don't think about it. The end.
When I was like 16 years old, I was at this punk show. It was in a pretty bad neighborhood in DC and some drug dealers robbed this punk kid. A bunch of knuckle head skins found out, and instead of fighting with the punks like they normally do, they just started hassling all the Jamaican kids who hung out around the bar and sold weed to the white kids. Anyway the show had ended and I was standing outside talking to this cute girl. Now this was a rarity because when I was 16 I was fat and got no chicks. Also, punk rock wasn't nearly as hip, so none of us really got any girls. The point is, I was all excited to be talking to this girl, when a huge fight erupts all around me. It was skinheads vs Jamaican drug dealers. It was pretty insane. Bottles were flying everywhere people were screaming and running around. I had never really seen anything like it on this magnitude. I just stood there watching trying to not get involved. Suddenly I heard this screech and I turned around and I saw some punk kid fly out from under a car. He got run over and he just popped out the back. He was propelled into the air. It was pretty fucked up. Then their was this stand off between this little black kid and like 5 big ass skins. He had a 40oz bottle in his hand and was holding off the skins with it. He just threw the bottle and started running. He missed completely and the skins caught up to him. They just stomped him down kicking him in the face and chest and stomping on all his parts. It was one of the most brutal things, no, the most brutal things I have ever seen. The skinheads were chased away by some locals with baseball bats. The locals picked up the kid, but he was bleeding everywhere out of his face, and when they picked him up by his arm it looked like it was broken in 5 places. They just put him down and he collapsed in a huge puddle of his own blood. I got the fuck out of there walked a few blocks to my car and drove home. On the way to my car, some locals threatened me with bats but I explained to them I had nothing to do with the fight and they let me go. As I was driving home, about 10 min after this kid was beaten, I finally heard some sirens. Unfortunately they were too late, and I found out later the kid died in the hospital. Yeah, it was fucked up, and not a week goes by that I don't think about it. The end.
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clara:
I forgot to ask, weekends? Maybe the night of the 11th? Maybe?
clara:
Maybe we should hang out on the night of the 11th and shoot on the 12th. K?