It Feels Good To Stop Bullies

Travis Clohessy, contributor

So I was taking my usual lunch break stroll down to the Co-op. No big deal. That pastrami sandwich isn’t going to go buy and eat itself… anyways… On the way there I see a little mob of teenagers just RIP across the road on bikes toward a nearby park. This normally wouldn’t be very noticeable, but it seemed these guys were up to no good. Some curse words… some aggressive tones. I don’t know. I got the feeling they were making trouble in the neighborhood.

I kinda veered off my usual route to see what was going on. I had a few minutes to spare and my curiosity got the best of me. When I caught up to them and could see the basketball courts, I could see they were getting after this kid. The little mob was getting in his face and shoving him… what you’d expect. As I got closer one of them started picking him up and spinning him around. He didn’t seem “in on the joke,” like he wanted any of this to happen.

 Now, I’m not playing the hero card here or anything… but I got out my phone and said “Hey, cops are on the way. Get the hell outta here.” Kids threw some choice words at me, got on their bikes, and bolted. When I talked to the bullied kid he seemed shaken,but tried not to show it. I only had a little time and wanted to make sure he didn’t find himself back in the same situation, so I said, “You gotta move with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air.” He whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said “FRESH” and had a dice in the mirror. If anything he could say that this cab was rare but he thought, “Nah, forget it — yo holmes, to Bel-Air!” He pulled up to a house about seven or eight and he yelled to the cabbie, “Yo, holmes, smell ya later!” Looked at his kingdom; he was finally there to sit on his throne — as the Prince of Bel-Air.


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