This memory took place at the corner of Martin Luther King, Jr. Blvd.(formerly Union Avenue) and Shaver St.
I find your story perposterous, how are you going to tell anyone anything when you are biting down on/with their finger in your mouth…”stop beating me” and you will let go…..I don’t think so, who is unbelievable in this bs story ? Should have been minding your own business, not a story worth mentioning ……if it ain’t true…it ain’t so!!
While the person who tells this story is anonymous, this account has been verified by numerous news sources. That said, the fictional components of memory are inherent in the Neighborhood Diaries project. Can anyone trust a memory to be “fact?” Is it possible to be “objective?”