Marc headed out to Jersey. Been a while since he’s been there. He loved the shore. He and his boys used to go stroll Seaside’s boardwalk and dined on its finest grease. Lately, he spends a lot of time on Coney Island’s Cyclone. However, he needed to see some Jersey girls. He dated a few.
He got off the Garden State Parkway, took his beach blanket, and laid out at Seaside. He was being good today and brought a sandwich from Seasons in Kew Garden Hills. His Talmudic studies were strengthening him. Eventually, he got bored and tossed the chair into his car and went to one of the arcades, played some games, and wound up sipping a Sierra Nevada at one of the bars that was blasting a mix of the Boss, Bon Jovi, U2 and the Stones.
Everything was going just fine. He was dancing with some cutie clad in jean shorts, a t-shirt, and white Keds. Some guy came up to him and told him to leave his girl alone. He ignored the guy and kept dancing. He wasn’t a good dancer. But he tried.
The girl, Michelle started kissing Marc. Of course, Marc reciprocated. “Instant Club Hit” was blaring over the speakers. The bar was getting sloppy. The two left and were strolling hand in hand down the boardwalk. Marc was feeling great. Wasn’t sure if this meant anything. But it was a break from Alana and Jen.
All of a sudden Marc was grabbed from behind and tossed to the floor. His newfound love, Michelle was punched in the face. This was courtesy of the guy who yelled at Marc before. A few of his friends were there. They were laughing and taunting Marc and Michelle.
One of them took out a switchblade. Marc was silently laughing. Michelle was crying. Marc got up. The guy with the knife ran toward him. Marc flexed his muscles. The guy was charging full speed ahead.
As the guy tried stab Marc, honey was oozing out of Marc’s eyes at a high speed. It hit the knife wielder’s hands pretty hard. Marc kicked him in the jaw. The guy was down for the count. The guy’s buds backed off. They did not back off for too long. The guy who started this mess never met Michelle. She told Marc that while they were dancing. They tried to grab Michelle.
Marc jumped in and launched barley. It temporarily blinded them. He kicked them to the ground. He realized he needs to leave them be. He did enough damage. He figured he needed to high tail it back to the city.
The drunken crowd who was watching and probably recording this melee was walking away. Marc felt bad for Michelle. He saw her crying by herself on a bench. She was a little bloody and bruised. He didn’t know what to do. She must have witnessed his antics.
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