AS I SIT ON THE COUCH OF MY ransacked living room, I'm aware of how insane this must look to anyone on the outside looking in. My yard is littered with cop cars—their lights flashing blue and red, lighting up the darkness and flashing across the faces of the pedestrians who are standing behind the yellow police tape and watching the scene before them unfold with wide, insanely curious eyes. Motorcycles align both my yard and the streets since both The Grave Rebel's bikes and the bikes of members from the Iron Order are here. The police are walking around in my yard and inside of my house, taking in the damage and snapping pictures for evidence. Also, there are three ambulances here and currently, the paramedics are calling for more since there are so many hurt people that need to be stitch
