epy eye and two streams of mucous [descending] from his nostrils hit me in the knee with a Louisville slugger.” (114) The situation is taking on a life of it's own, a situation the narrator cannot stop.“[The] antagonist [is] shirtless… he [bends] forward to peel Jeff from his back like a wet over coat…Mother*censored*er, he [spits] over and over, and [the narrator] is aware in that instant that all four [of them] – Digby, Jeff and [the narrator] included – [are] chanting mother*censored*er, mother*censored*er as if it were a battle cry.” (114) The adrenaline is pumping, hearts racing; the smell of fear is in the air. They are actors in a play watching from the stage, they are bad. In the heat of the moment; “[I] [go] at him like a kamikaze, mindless, raging, stung with humiliation – the whole thing, from the initial boot in the shin to this murderous primal instinct.” (114) Logic was gone; the only thing that matters is survival, survival of the baddest. He hits the greasy character on the side of his head and he goes down, a tuff of hair hanging on the edge of the tire iron. They “[are] are standing over him in a circle, gritting [their] teeth, jerking [their] necks, [their] limbs and hands and feet twitching.” (115) They are bad: they knocked out the greasy character. All of a sudden, they hear a shriek; it is the greasy character's girlfriend. She is standing there, and they are bad, the adrenaline and testosterone is flowing, they turn their attention to her. “We [are] bad characters, and we [are] wheezing, tearing at her clothes, grabbing for [her] flesh. We [are] bad characters and we [are] scared and hot.”(115) They [are] on her …like Bergman’s deranged brothers – see no evil – hear none, speak none.”(115) These guys are not rapists they are three 19 year olds, who due to a case of mistaken identity are headin...
