jonathan powers

outside CC's Coffee Mardi Gras Day

He was drunk and stoned. She was drunk. Somehow they'd managed to stagger over a mile down the parade route to the Albertson's parking lot. A scraggly twenty-something guy followed them, chatted with the boyfreind then threw a quick arcing haymaker into his face. In true Mardi Gras - Party Gras fashion the victim staggered but didn't drop his beer. The girlfriend defended him. She took a punch and tore the sweatshirt off of the attakcer. Another hoodlum ran up, popped the boyfriend in the nose and knocked him out. He fell, his beer rolled away tracing a semicircle of liquid around him as he lost consciousness. The girl, bosom flopping free of her torn shirt, leapt up and chased the thugs away across the parking lot coralling them into an awaiting platoon of policemen.

Hog tied and pinned by more than twelve cops, one of the punks kept his bravado.

"I will fuck you up, you mother fuckers, get your fucking hands off of me, you fucking motherfuckers. fuck. motherfucker. Get the fuck off me."