Smashed the hands of my would be robber until i saw mostly bone and blood.

Out walking a friend's neighborhood, more like a brokedown trailer park, and some addict decides were good marks for getting toward his next fix. Sneaks up on us and has some dirty revolver drawn on us. Has us turn around and demands we empty our pockets, my friend im with has one of the bigger anger problems ive ever seen, hes less than enthused, the gun is drawn on me despite my buddies stance and clenching/unclenching hands. I dont remember what the dickhead with ths gun said but it set my friend off, quick, gun was still drawn on me as my buddy just lunges at this skinny tweaker, again i stress, with the gun drawn at me.

Miraculously the damned thing never went off, possible it was broken or unloaded we never checked, im in a rage at this point, ive just been held up with a gun on me and my now "friend" just pulled the dumbest move in the book over the 50 bucks combined in our pockets, i am pissed in a way i havent felt since, i can only take so much of thinking of my life in the balance. Using this rage i begin to just start kicking the shit out of this guy as he struggles to get away from my buddies grip, a hand gets free and i smash my foot down and grind it, hard. I stomp on it until my foot couldn't handle it anymore, by the time the red in my eyes is done i look down and this appendage is just mangled, ive torn apart rotisserie chickens that looked less wrecked, fingers cocked everywhere, skin peeled everywhere, and just the red tinted sheen of white bones from underneath.

Me and that buddy didnt hang out much again, something about a guy almost getting you shot by stupidity will do that.