April 17, 2008 - 12:00am
By Cory Bennett
He couldn’t have looked more out of place. Scraggly hair shooting out in every direction, sweat lingering on his forehead, a baggy sweatshirt, baggy sweatpants and the coup de grace — bloody cloth wrapped around each hand. Every few minutes, he reached his hand up to wipe some of the blood dripping from his swollen nose.
He looked around the room and immediately headed for the bar. He held his hands up when the bartender walked over and asked simply, without explanation, “Hey, do you have any scissors?”
To his polo-clad friends accompanying him, senior Andrew Killion looked like a boxer after a fight. To the staff and customers of the upscale Syracuse Italian restaurant, he probably looked like he had just lost a street fight.
