I love my son so it killed me when a grown man on his cellphone starts flirting with him at a Las Americas, restaurant in Roselle, NJ, until I intervened. That individual looking at my son like he was a colombian meal until I looked at him and questioned what the fuck he was doing. That individual spooked and left without his food but didn’t forget that cellphone of his. These individuals are the reptiles of the planet. They are cold blooded predators that don’t give a shit.