He got smacked too. There were already people going to his aid and on their phone with 911 so I just kept it moving. Dude has to be at least somewhat fucked up though for sure because he wasn't moving or making any sound after he got it.
When I was 12, I used to stay at my best friends house a lot because my mom moved me & my brother into a place in the hood & then moved to her now husbands house & my brother was always gone & I hated being alone...
My best friends mom was on some womens christmas retreat for church & his dad was there with us. Pops tells him to make dinner for us, ...something easy, like, hot dogs.
My boy aint ever cooked a damn thing in his life & goes into the kitchen & slaps some hot dogs on a cookie sheet, places them on 2 stove top burners & turns it up.
he walks out, sucking on a candy cane (til it becomes a deadly point at one end) & his dad sees what he did out of the corner of his eye.
Pops flys up off the couch & fuckin closed fist socks my boy, in the mouth, busted his candy cane off in the roof of his mouth & calls him an asshole.