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As I climbed out of the New York City subway, one man (lets call him Red) in a red jacket, blue denim torn on the knees, and a hair that had been combed upward and jelled together to make it look like a chicken's comb dashed down the stairs. But for the rails, he would have knocked me over. He nearly lost his balance as well.
He was being chased by another man (who I will call The Chaser). I didn't stay to find out why, but I did see that The Chaser caught up with red and a fight ensued.
Before I finally took the few steps up and away from the subway, two cops who were on patrol had intervened. At this time, however, red's nose was gushing with red blood.
Cheers!