Rob

Some low-life pond scum hurt my son today. Rob was arresting him and the douche struggled, bringing them both to the ground. His hand was fractured. Not badly, the doctors say, which is good.

I would like to kick the pond scum in his teeny tiny little balls and then drag him by the hair to the river, throw him in and watch him kick for shore. I was thinking about dropping him from the top of the Arch but I don't think he actually deserves to die for hurting Rob's hand. Not really.

But the whole kicking thing sounds really good.