3/24/16

The Trial: Star Witness #2

He took the stand, nervous and alone, and admitted to starting the whole thing. When Joe jostled him by the keg and didn't apologize enough, this guy called his buds from Mission Park and asked for help. “Some guy is steppin’ to me."

With his posse he hunted Joe down near the kitchen. "I pulled out my knife and backed him up against the wall to let him know I was serious."

"But I never really meant to hurt him" – he wanted respect, not blood – "so I put my knife back in my pocket. Suddenly Poke jumped in and started stabbing. I freaked out and ran like everybody else."

It sounded improbable and even inexcusable. It also sounded like the truth. By the time of the trial he’d moved to Florida because he feared for his life in Boston. He no longer spoke to his friends — he had become their enemy. 

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