For me, when i was younger - ages 14-16 when it was at it's worse. We all used to fight with neighbouring towns. My town and the town next to us has fought for generations (literally). Then some highly intelligent (note sarcasm) local MP decided it would be a good idea to send kids from our town to the rival towns high school - the high school got a big makeover so we all went to the same one. My town is the smaller town, less than half the size. You were hated just for being from where I was from. And we were out numbered.
It was fun for a teenager with a chip on his shoulder. We all enjoyed it, both sides. It got to the point when a police van would have to come up at break and lunch time and sit in the middle of the school to make sure nothing kicked off. Sometimes, in the morning, when we were waiting to get on the bus to go to school, you would see some older boys from that town travelling through ours - to get to work as they had left school by that point. About once every 2 weeks, someone would run up to bus when it stopped, open the fire exit, and go on the bus and let loose. Buses eventually hated going through the two towns, and would make less freqent journeys.
One day we walked up to a shop near by the school, me and about 4-5 friends. When we got there, another of our friends had walked to the shop before us, with his g/f. he was on his knees, crawling, with a poolof blood under him. He had purple-ish, red-ish blood like stuff coming out the corner of his eyes. He didn't even recognise us, even though we all grew up together. He had walked round the corner with his g/f and just got attacked by 3-ish (don't know exact number) boys. They jumped all over his head. Suddenly it didn't seem like fun anymore. We started to take it a lot more seriously, though, instead of just stopping it. Admittedly, I witnessed similar beatings happen in return for that incident, and they all shook me, deep down. The sound of a foot kicking a face/head, at full force, with the other person lying down is physically sickening, and something i'll never forget. The sound is nothing like what you hear in films. Mindless violence is all over the place. I mean, so many people got a beating, so many people got into trouble with police, school, parents, injuries... It was all over nothing.
A LOT more happened after that, but my attitude (and my closer friends) had changed completely. Secretly, I couldn't wait to leave school, so that I could get away from it, because I seen how easily 'it' can happen. The boy that got a serious beating - he changed. He's been in and out of jail, really lost the plot after that. It's like he stopped caring about anything. Only people close to him knew that he had changed, anyone that didn't know him just thought he was a phsyco from day one, but he wasn't. I'm certain he got some kind of brain injury that changed him.
If were to jump on a bus, go to that town, and go for a stroll, there's still a very good chance I would get attacked, even though it wasn't farr off 10 years ago when it was at it's worse.
The younger kids - they're worse. The new 14-15 year olds, they pride in their weapon collections - knifes, various bats etc. Kids are getting stabbed/slashed or severely beaten all the time now. And it doesn't seem very historical any more, every town seems to hate every town now. A 16 yearold who started going to the PL club, well, he's been stabbed twice, and had a broken bottled shoved in his face. He's trying to straighten himself out - him and his friends were fighting with another town, and one of the other kids got severe brain damage. That's him, won't be the same again, from the age of about 15. It's bizarre. And it's still over nothing.
I guess i wondered off a little. My younger brother, last night, got mugged/robbed. He got away, ran for his life. He ran so far that he got lost, and was out half the night, with no phone, no money, no anything, trying to find his way back. He only moved to his flat recently, so doesn't know his way around properly. They got £5 ($10), probably luckily, all he had on him. Mindless violence.
It's taking me a hell of a lot of will power not to drive out the spot it happened and try and find them. It's very possible I would. But I won't. It would be a mistake. Instead, i'll go to the gym, and i'll rip the place up. I DL'ed last night, but I think i'll atleast do rack pulls tonight. I shouldn't, but I will. I need a satisfaction that no upper body movement can offer.
Sorry for rambling on so much. I just realised exactly how much i've written.