Containment

When my friend was young, he had an enemy, a boy in his class at school, this boy was bigger than my friend and more popular, my friend was made to feel inferior and powerless which affected him deeply.    
     
One afternoon years later (now in our mid twenties) after a good few hours of drinking, my friend, myself and a couple of our pals from the rugby club decided to go for some food at a local pizza restaurant.      
     
Inside, my friend saw the boy from school, an ordinary looking man now, with his wife and two kids having a nice family meal. My friend walked over, insulted the man in front of his family, threatened him, pushed him until he stood between his family and what now had become an ugly tirade.    
     
My friend, a large powerful trained athlete, beat the man where he stood, and continued to beat him where he fell. His family froze in shock and pure horror.      
     
One man attempted to intervene, I broke his nose, spat on him as he lay on the floor, my friend continued to beat his childhood nemesis, the rugby lads went table to table forcing the other patrons to agree; this man had it coming, that my friend was justified in his retribution.    
     
A man was beaten to death in a pizza restaurant, in broad daylight, in front of his wife and children and no one did a god damn thing about it, some of us even facilitated it.  
 
Oh well, fuck him, he had it coming.