I watched in pain and disgust as he took his stance in front of my little brother, as he took the castiron pan and swung with all his might. I heard my brother fall to the floor. I watched as the small child whizzed for air my own breathe stuttered. I watched as he throught the pan at the boy and guzzeled more of his beer as he stubbled outta the room. I hurried to the kid's side. I watched him sophicated in my arms. The pan must have knocked out a couple of his ribs and crushed his lungs... I cried, Bye Brother.