Life Without Toast - Sibling Rivalry

In other breaking news, a very good friend of mine, my Space Twin (anyone who has read Cats Eye by Margaret Atwood will know what it means to me) who lives in London was attacked by little bastards a few weeks ago, I found out a few days ago, he was too angry to talk to anyone about it until then. He was walking home from work (he is a chef in a restaurant called Chez Bruce, it?s very fancy apparently) and was about 5 minutes away from his house in Brixton when he was whacked over the head with a bat and then beaten severely and left for dead in the street, they got £15 from him, that was all that he had, no phone or anything, and he is in bits and I am very sad for him and very angry about the whole thing.

See he was lying in the street for over three hours before someone stopped, realised that he was fucked and called an ambulance, over three hours, how many people walked past him? How can they live with themselves? He is not a big guy but I have seen him fight before and know he is well able to hold his own but they hit him with a baseball bat across the back of the head resulting in whiplash and then kicked and kicked him. He was in hospital for a few days and has not been able to work, he has tried twice, the first time he couldn?t remember how to do anything so they sent him home, and the second time he passed out during service, like totally KO?d, and that?s too dangerous, so now he thinks that he will have to give up his dreams. This is a person who will go insane if they cannot cook, cooking is in his heart and soul, it is what makes him him, and now he might never do it again which is making me sad and also worried for him. He is mostly angry because he never saw the people who did it to him, so they know who he is, but he will never know who they are.