for Freddie, it is a most unfortunate mistake. Upon seeing the fate of their fallen compadre the other gang members attack, swarming him from all directions. Freddie fights as best he can, but to no avail, as he grabs one boys arm he is blindsided by a sudden thrust doubling him over in pain.
A woman shouts. “They’re killing him,”
“The cops are on the way,” another man holler. In any case, no help comes.
He can hear the crowd yelling [weighed down by what they witness], yet no one will dare step in, for fear they will end up dead. Freddie starts to black out, as he is beaten down from the constant blows of the thugs. His vision has become unclear. Lopez looks down at the white man, just another Gringo who needs to be taught a lesson on how …show more content…
But believe it or not, no arteriole or major blood vessel touched, in other words, he’s good to go, it’s a wonder.”
“Yeah, I’d say somebody up there likes him,” the seasoned paramedic agrees.
Turning his attention to Freddie, the detective raises the question Freddie has been waiting to answer for quite some time.
Freddie laughs, “What happened, you ask.”
Although he is not concerned about what could have, would have or should have happened. Instead, he thinks that the detective is not doing [too well detecting] and for the life of him, Freddie cannot figure out why in the world, he would even inquire on such a stupid subject, especially after he already knows what happened. Ordinarily, Freddie would just brush this clown off chalking it up to a minute wasted in life, which he would never get back. Nevertheless, today, after that beat down, he feels like a conversation discussing those punks is necessary.
“Those punks tried to kill me! That’s what happened,” Freddie, explains, paying the officer no never mind as he spots a pigeon doing the head bob dance on a storefront ledge. The detective looks up to see what has captured Freddie’s attention and notices the lone pigeon. Thinking to himself this person is a little
A woman shouts. “They’re killing him,”
“The cops are on the way,” another man holler. In any case, no help comes.
He can hear the crowd yelling [weighed down by what they witness], yet no one will dare step in, for fear they will end up dead. Freddie starts to black out, as he is beaten down from the constant blows of the thugs. His vision has become unclear. Lopez looks down at the white man, just another Gringo who needs to be taught a lesson on how …show more content…
But believe it or not, no arteriole or major blood vessel touched, in other words, he’s good to go, it’s a wonder.”
“Yeah, I’d say somebody up there likes him,” the seasoned paramedic agrees.
Turning his attention to Freddie, the detective raises the question Freddie has been waiting to answer for quite some time.
Freddie laughs, “What happened, you ask.”
Although he is not concerned about what could have, would have or should have happened. Instead, he thinks that the detective is not doing [too well detecting] and for the life of him, Freddie cannot figure out why in the world, he would even inquire on such a stupid subject, especially after he already knows what happened. Ordinarily, Freddie would just brush this clown off chalking it up to a minute wasted in life, which he would never get back. Nevertheless, today, after that beat down, he feels like a conversation discussing those punks is necessary.
“Those punks tried to kill me! That’s what happened,” Freddie, explains, paying the officer no never mind as he spots a pigeon doing the head bob dance on a storefront ledge. The detective looks up to see what has captured Freddie’s attention and notices the lone pigeon. Thinking to himself this person is a little