Thanks to my feeble mind, I've come to the following three conclusions.
1. Cyn is a much better person than me. If Ciera ever asks me to take her to a Justin Bieber concert I'm shipping her off to a convent, ASAP.
2. Whoever is managing this kid needs to have someone take a sledge hammer to his gibleys. Seriously? He's wearing a Yankee lid in Boston?
""all we need is one girl raised in Revere with an attitude to storm the stage and kneecap him""
Above quote courtesy of my brother from another mother and a FB post.
3. He ever comes close to where we live and I'm sending those two psychos in the picture, along with a catapult and some urine bags to the concert and letting nature take it's course.