You just forget how crazy people can be.

Then, pulling your head up from your book, it all plays out in front of you. Levels of insanity and tension too much for any movie. Last night, Red Line to North Hollywood - who would it be that took the confrontation to blows?
The hardcore gangmember, a little too fresh from lockup?
The Polliannish self proclaimed "Dutch girl" that wore an outfit that suggested "for the prostitute who's looking for comfort?"
The mismatched African-American man toting a large pink Igloo, who handed out Valentines and made a remark about the ample chest of the "Dutch girl?"
The stuttering and furious rascist, spouting sexual insult and eager for action?
The Latino man standing next to him that gave a cagey negative to the gangbangers questioning about gang affiliation?

It could be any of us, really, but luck of the draw that only psyches were injured, neh?