He's walking down the street, she's started mouth here, and my mom, I've just thought, no, no, don't mouth at him.

And then she's gone and smacked him, hadn't she?

And I've just seen this look in his eye, just like like I can't even explain just pure evil.

And I've thought okay anyway this is about

at this point now there's a mass brawl.

There's her fighting him, him trying to fight her,

the guy sticking up for the girl,

and I've gone to go back in to see,

because the kids are there,

so the kid, my little boy's asleep at this

point and I've seen a knife on the floor and I've thought what the hell that

who's got that there who's brought that there it who's brought that there, it could only be him.

So I thought, he's going to kill me.

If he gets up from this fight, he's going to kill me.

So I've just grabbed the knife.

And I've just gone. I've just stabbed him. I'm just stabbing.

And then my friend obviously somehow has gotten in the way and I've stabbed him.

I'm just in a mass rage.

Something's come over with me, I don't know what, and I've thought,

oh my God, what are you doing? I've ran back in the house, I've put the knife in the sink.

Like this time he's had a chance to get up, he's ran to the British Legion, working Men's Club.

And next thing I know, harmfully subcome,

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