Suicidal Bottles

Date: 10/19/2018

So I’m in the backseat of a car heading through bridgehampton and we see traffic slowing down to a stop. We look out our windows and their seems to be a fight about to break out between these old and younger fishermen. I get out to see if I can stop it. One guy asks where I think I’m going and tells me to get back in the car. I do. I’m watching the men. This one fisherman I know breaks an absolute vodka bottle, stabs an old fisherman and slices the fisherman’s veins down both his arms. And the guy bleeds out. The fisherman’s father sees we all witnessed the murder. He sticks his head in the car. We’re all shook. He looks and says we’re all from montauk so who’s gna be a rat here? I didn’t say anything. I wanted to call the cops but I knew if I did they would surely come kill me. So I kept my mouth shut...