RG

Date: 8/11/2020

I’m walking through the Saltcot with leather gloves on pmsl. Now it’s a school diner. Outside, I end up in a fight with RG—an old bully you might say. We’re on the ground and I’m hitting his face off the ground, and I know that if I continue he’ll die. Suddenly it’s a different scene, an alternative. I’m in a car with him and other neds. I ask to hear about his life. He tells me he lost his job and was in recovery recently. He cries. I put my hand on his back and ask him to continue. For the first time in all my dreams I’m genuinely interested and want the best for him. This felt like a resolve of some kind. Especially after having witnessed such violent intentions before this peaceful outcome.