todayiamadaisy | Lying in the gutter bleeding (Reply)

I made a stop on the way home from work last night: parked on the street then nipped down the alley to the bakery. Coming back out of the alley, swinging my loaf of bread, I found myself in the middle of a scene. A bikie, a huge man in faded black leathers, was roasting a teenage boy, roaring colourful, almost poetic, obscenities at him (the only remotely printable one of which was 'if you had a dick, son, I'd leave it lying in the gutter bleeding'). There were little groups of onlookers stopped on the footpath on either side of the road. I felt like I'd stumbled into a play so I scuttled off stage right and kept scuttling, all the way to my car.

My sympathies were with the teenage boy, because I wouldn't want a large angry man shouting obscenities at me in front of an audience. Or at all, even. But none of the onlookers seemed particularly bothered, and the bikie didn't do anything other than shouting, and I gathered in between the swear words that the kid had been caught vandalising a car. I don't know whose car it was, or if it had anything to do with the bikie at all, or if he was just a man with a righteous anger and a loud voice with which to express it.

So, yes, an odd little scene. I couldn't help but feel I'd wandered in halfway through the performance and missed something.