I pulled security for a Latino Night at a rural firehouse last winter in the middle of a single-digits snowstorm. Long story short, I had floor and needed to have a word with two brothers - one feeling no pain, the other getting close - who were arguing and looking to come to blows over nothing about two hours before closing.
Driving home with my partner (retired NYC PO), we saw familiar clothing sitting on top of 6" of snow in the middle of the road and on the shoulder - one article about every 50 feet or so. We come around a bend to the brothers, half nekkid wrestling and tossing wild blows in the road with the car in a snowbank, driver yelling out the window.
"Ya know", says my partner as he slows coming up to the spectacle, "once I rolled up on these two Latinos guys fighting near Lefrak (City Apartments). One guy had a knife sticking out his chest. Called the bus, and started to cuff the other guy. Guy with the knife in his chest tells me not to arrest his brother, he didn't mean it. They're funny that way."
"These must be his kids", I said as we drove on...