Friday, July 24, 2015



At one point he rolls the boy over and says, “Hey, talk to me.” And the boy, who was just rolled out of a giant pool of his own blood, with his entire face covered in his own blood, wasn’t really able to say, “Yes, officer. What would you love to discuss on this fine day?” You know, BECAUSE YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM FOR NOTHING, YOU FUCKING MORON.