two wino's fought over a bottle one bust the other in the head I would say he bled but the wine was red he slumped over I thought for a second "he's dead" then he rose up and filled the other wino with led I think this scenario has a moral to it " you never know who got a gun if you hit someone in the head you better run" or "wino's ain't to be played with" poetically thinking a man lost his life fighting over a bottle of poison poetically speaking of course