The Importance of Fighting With Your Fists

I know the person is dead but this disgusting dude needed to stop. Whoever that is deserves better than this and I didn't care who you are. It's the right thing to do. My good deed for the night even if something does happen. You got this harlot, I told myself. And with that, I came out from behind the dumpster and yelled to the man. Hey freak, what do you think you're doing? The man arose from kneeling slowly to standing and snapped his head over to my direction looking right at me. His eyes glowing from the mask and the flashing broken light above him, which he raised the drill into the air and pointing it at me as if