I remember walking by a man laying face down on the concrete, three floors from where he was thrown by a man, who was fighting with his girlfriend. The man whose one eye was looking up at me from the half of his head that wasn’t smashed reminded me that the most dangerous person in the world is a man angry at his girlfriend. He is protecting his pride while completely devoid of how pathetic and criminal he was. He knows he has lost her and there is nothing he can do except take it out on the Good Samaritan.