We found out that the one kid beating my brother (the kid I had a bead on) was on bath salts. I don't know if he would have even felt pepper spray or bear spray. Ammonia putting out his eyes? Well, yes, maybe after he got through smashing in my disabled brother's skull. Ever heard the sound of someone's skull being smashed, repeatedly, and the horrifying gurgling, gagging, blood-spurting-out-through-the-sinuses-and-nose-under-pressure and the hoarse, high pitched shrieking so loud the vocal cords can't handle it? I have, and I would have killed, yes, I wanted to kill, had the kid not seen me drawing a bead between his eyes and fled like the animal he was and is.
So Grandpa Pipes, you can keep your bear spray and squirt bottles of ammonia, and hope your family never has to hear you shrieking and have to hear the sound of your skull making sickening wet, crunching sounds. Or that you never have to experience the same happening to one of your loved ones. It's a sound I'll never forget.
And cleaning up the blood that sprayed from my brother's nose, from the impact of the weapon used, what drooled out of his broken mouth, fragments of his shattered teeth, tufts of his hair, a couple had some bits of flesh sticking to them... mom couldn't do it, dad couldn't do it, so I did. I'll tell you what, scrubbing dried blood, pools of it half-coagulated, feeling something in the paper towel and looking at it thinking it was glass but no, it was fragments of teeth... I don't wish that on anyone.
Ammonia, bear spray. You're a real flower child.