jaws raze he made himself a shorthaired rolling pin and flattened out the grass. he ended up wearing some of what the city's riding lawnmowers pruned and spat back onto the vast green beard it came from. cheryl told me what happened. i don't know if they were in a different park or if she was walking him close to home, but a boxer who was off-leash came out of nowhere and bit into him like he was some kind of chew toy with feet. he wouldn't let go. i don't know much about boxers, she said. but i guess when they bite, they really clamp down. and i thought, i can tell you all about boxers. they abandon their jab to fight in a phone booth when they should be controlling distance. half the time they don't do a damn thing their trainers tell them to. but that's a different kind of fighter. this one was a dog, and he was killing her black lab, because he was too gentle to defend himself. all he did was cry. alex forced her fist inside the boxer's mouth and went to work on him until he relaxed his grip. he tore the shit out of her hand. cheryl said she needed stitches. but that's what you do when someone you love is in trouble. you dive into danger and hit it in the face until it falls down or backs off, and then you hit it again. even if you're bleeding. even if it hurts you. that way it'll think twice about coming back. 220528 what's it to you? who go blather from