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Fought a lot when I was a kid. I was very overweight, now I'm 5'11 220 which isn't miles to go but it isn't great either. Anyway, there was a lot of playground brawling in my childhood, won a fair amount of the time until in the fifth grade I came up against a kid whose family had been training him in wrestling. My mother had trained me in some martial arts since she'd been in a marine and I'd been used to using it on violent classmates, but the martial arts didn't matter once I was down in the mud with this kid who would one day be captain of the wrestling team holding me down. That was my second to last fight. During my last one, I took a powerful right to the jaw which made eating solids very difficult for a day or two. I was eating pizza like a snake. I almost got in a lot of fights when I was living in Pennsylvania, but my girlfriend dragged me away from them. I'd pick up a brick or a bottle I found laying on the street run toward the redneck who just called me fag and said "I'm gonna take your woman" and then she'd call me off. Funny thing is, this happened at a park like ten feet away from the police station. The rage I felt in that town turned into my book.
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A couple years ago I got jumped by 4 G-bangers after bar close. I was walking with a group of about 15 friends on our way to an after bar, when all of a sudden 3 of us were getting punched over the 12 pack of beer I was carrying. I was drunk to the point where I didn't feel any of the punches, but couldn't fight back. They all ran off when they realised how many people there were in our group, but they did manage to smash most of my beer on the ground before they did:mad: . The girls in our party ended up doing more damage than any of us guys that night:) That was the last time I was punched by a stranger.
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Nah, the Denny's Hit-A-Guy-with-a-Shovel-Get-a-Free-Stack-of-Pancakes deal does that. It's a public nuisance and violates everything nannerpuss stands for.
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not to much, were just sharing our experiences.
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and, I disagree. Quote:
Most people up in here are saying how much they dislike it...
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As I approached the bus shelter, I could see the three of them- youngish street thug types who has obviously been there quite some time getting shitfaced. They were yelling at passing cars and I knew I didn't want to deal with them at all, so I stood down at the corner, a quarter of a block away and attempted to ignore them. I was holding a full bag of groceries and eating a chicken strip I had gotten at the store. The leader of the bunch, a wiry guy about 4 or 5 inches taller than me and 30 years my junior started yelling at me to come over and share what I had. I still ignored them, but he got louder and louder and started cursing at me. I figured I should say something, and maybe he'd shut up, so I said no thanks, I'm fine, just waiting for the bus. This was apparently the wrong answer, as he then came over and told me I'd better hand over the chicken. I said I don't think so, and he started hitting me in the face and stomach, knocking off my glasses. I was pretty handicapped, holding this huge bag of groceries, but I knew I wasn't letting go of it because I can't afford to lose a week's worth of food. I bent over to pick up my glasses and he started hitting me in the back of my head, repeatedly. I was taggered, but I knew I wasn't going to go down and let them grab my groceries, so I took my cell phone out of my pocket. The guy tried to grab that, but I wasn't going to let him have that either, and I managed to punch 911 and told the lady that answered that I was at he corner of so and so and this guy is beating the crap out of me. And the assholes ran away. I ended up with some lumps on my head and bruises on my chest that hurt for several days, but I did get a ride home in a cop car. |
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Fought a LOT. Loved it, fought at the drop of a hat and it was pretty damn stupid of me. Most of the time. ;) From being hit in the back of the head with a book to having water spilled on me, the reasons run the gambit. Now? Not much, family... friends... my life. I've decided fighting isn't worth it (real fighting, competition doesn't count) and with all the repercussions I'm going to try and stay away. If I do get into a fight the reason will have to be good enough for me to either hospitalize the person or end up there myself.
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So no more YO MOMMA IS SO FAT jokes around you? :p
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I don't care now...
I have a temper and it was a lot worse, combine that with loving to fight and some social anxiety and if somebody bumped me in the hall I'd be ready to fight. I went too far a few times but I've never left any permanent damage, got suspended a lot but never expelled, and I've never been to jail so I consider that a win. Oh, and so's your face. ;)
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Or any YOUR MOMMA SO SKINNY jokes either. I've heard quite a few of those that have got to people in the past.
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