What is it about that last hormone blast that makes so many teenage boys start the wrong shit with the wrong people by reacting the wrong way?
I was at a great party Saturday night, and aside from about five minutes, everything went great. But for 30 seconds someone didn’t follow the rules, a potential fight got broken up, and then the four friends of the teenager in question tried to keep it going. They got swarmed by around 30 people in a half second, continued yelling for 10 seconds, then realized that it was a very, very bad idea to start a fight amongst a group of people that fights amongst itself regularly for fun.
On the upside, maybe they learned they’re not invincible. Probably not.