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Have you ever been in a fight?

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Been in tons of shoving matches, ive thrown punches with no retaliation from te other party. been jumped once. Thats the only time there were punches going back and forth but i ended with me very fvcked up. The people we live amongst that you get jumped for wearing a blue sweater.
 
I never looked for a fight, but the ones I was in I won. Two as a kid in elementary school. One as a teenager. You don't realize it at the time, but those fights can be good for self-esteem. They tell you something about yourself that you couldn't have found out any other way. The last fight, as a teenager, was very brief. A much older guy came at me with a strange looking weapon. I had no idea what it was but the friends around me did and all ran off in different directions. I just blocked his arm, took his weapon, threw it in the bushes, grabbed his leg as he tried to kick, and hurled him through the air. Self-defense. All instinct, no thought. Good thing too, because with more time to think I might have splashed his head against a nearby tree, in the way that you kill a snake. But that would have been unkind.
 
Would it be fair to say at least 95% of gamelive poster fights occurred before age 25?

I'm not a violent person, but was more combative when younger. Other than childhood scraps, fights during teen and young adult years usually involved alcohol. I haven't been in a fight past age 25.
 
OK Sickler just one. Was probably around 23, a bunch of us drove to a dance club in Tampa. I don't know what happened but a couple of my friends got into a fight on the dance floor with some Spanish doods. The rest of us were in a different part of the club. Apparently the fight ended abruptly before bouncers saw it or anything, so all 8 of us started walking thru the club looking for these guys. Couldn't find them.

So me and another buddy decide to get a drink and hit the floor. As soon as the two of us walk on the floor, there are these guys. There were 5 of them. It got real ugly real quick. Two came after me. I grabbed one in a headlock and started punching his face. Then the other guy is just teeing off on the side of my head. I wasn't about to let this guy go though, so I decided he was going to pay for his friend hitting me.

I started driving my fingers in his eyes as far as they would go. Kid was screaming like crazy, and his friend kept hitting me in the head/face and I was laughing at the top of my lungs. It was a pretty sick scene. Police come rushing in and grab me and throw me on a stage while they break up everyone else. Somehow I didn't get arrested, but while they were questioning us outside the club, about 50 guys wearing bandanas were across the street twisting beer cans in half to give it a sharp edge. Once they released us, we all ran as fast as we could to our cars and hauled ass.

I wonder about that kid sometimes. I mean, I was tickling his brain. For quite awhile. He was screaming like a mad man. Is he blind? Did I mess up his vision?

That was a fun night.
 
I didn't want to waste a year-and-a-half in the army. This was in Europe, so it wasn't voluntary. I drank a whole bottle of vodka, and had a silver cigarette holder full of pre-rolled joints. Off to the military. I was hanging back, smoking my cigs, while the other soldiers-to-be were all nervously waiting. Then some sergeant called my name. I ignored him. He called it again. Louder this time. I still ignored him. Then a third time. Very loud. I got up, walked straight towards him, lifted him up by his collar, so his feet where dangling in the air, and told him: "WTF makes you think you can order me around?!" As he's hanging there he somehow finds a whistle and blows on it. Immediately doors burst open everywhere and soldiers come running for me. Next thing I know I have my face pressed into some coconut mat, and a syringe in my ass. I woke up in some cell. They let me go the same day. A pretty cool officer said goodbye and wished me good luck. Somehow, in a strange way, I got the impression that he liked what I had done.

I picked up a copy of LA Woman on the way to the train station. Life was about to start for real.
 
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I didn't want to waste a year-and-a-half in the army. This was in Europe, so it wasn't voluntary. I drank a whole bottle of vodka, and had a silver cigarette holder full of pre-rolled joints. Off to the military. I was hanging back, smoking my cigs, while the other soldiers-to-be were all nervously waiting. Then some sergeant called my name. I ignored him. He called it again. Louder this time. I still ignored him. Then a third time. Very loud. I got up, walked straight towards him, lifted him up by his collar, so his feet where dangling in the air, and told him: "WTF makes you think you can order me around?!" As he's hanging there he somehow finds a whistle and blows on it. Immediately doors burst open everywhere and soldiers come running for me. Next thing I know I have my face pressed into some coconut mat, and a syringe in my ass. I woke up in some cell. They let me go the same day. A pretty cool officer said goodbye and wished me good luck. Somehow, in a strange way, I got the impression that he liked what I had done.

I picked up a copy of LA Woman on the way to the train station. Life was about to start for real.
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hahahahahahahahah, this is too goood/
 
I gotta think DH has posted someone else's work there. I don't mean that as an accusation. Cougar has been known to drop in a Hunter Thompson here and there. I'm sure I have thrown in this and that to add to forum flavor.

If I am wrong, take it as a compliment. If I am right, let us know so the guessing can begin (unless it's someone really obscure that I would only be torturing myself to try and figure out.)
 
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