“Are you Westphal?” he asked sweetly.“Yes,” Westphal replied, and even before he could inquire as to what the motherfucker wanted, the dude punched him in the gut and then landed a good one on Westphal’s cheekbone.Normally, that would have been the end of the fight. Westphal was more of a junkie than a fighter, but he was pissed all the way off.He surprised even himself, and jumped on the dude and began wailing away on him. He had the dude pinned down and was trying to beat him into the floor when he was pulled off by security. The dude got up, bleeding and all, and got in a solid kick to the chest which spelled the end to the confrontation and Westphal’s employment at Harborside District Hospital.You ain’t-uh workin’ here no mo’.

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