Yes several times over the course of my life. Last time it looked for a minute that not only did I take a hammering from 2 people,that 2 more were going to jump in and really finish me off. Any experiences?
Why did that happen?
Punchable face. I can see the funny side of it now,it’s not like I got torn up by wolverine.Lost a couple tooth’s from a boot,which is kinda stink as I got a good going over standing up,and did a brilliant tactic( so I thought ) to turn it around but nope. From a purely legal standpoint,nope not my fault. No firefight stories being pinned down by the Cong broski? I’ve actually given a few and taken a few,swings and roundabouts cuz. But jesus forgives and so do i
I got a few stories but a bit wary of the hostility,especially from the prosecutors who will jump on anything without any facts. Guys wanna save the judgement and stay meek and mild on the net as well as off as u do?
Just think twinkies,before you put pen to paper,that would I still be out and about contributing to society,if every situation from a legal standpoint was my fault. Have a story,not a judgement. No story.good boy.
Did you finish off the Christmas wine?
Haha! I was going to post something similar but you beat me to it.
I was a helicopter back in Nam. I don’t know how you handle business but when people get lippy with me I just open up with silkworms until they shush. Then we surf.
My brother used to beat me up pretty badly.
Three years ago I killed him. On Thanksgiving! FAFO
That seems fair.
Hit very hard from behind by a drunk lunatic I hardly knew with his violent buddies around with no defense of my own or justified retaliation (that’s what ya get when you’re a square with mentally weak, square friends and working-stiff dads), yes. Severely beat up, no.
He could have killed me though, and I was terrified.
He apologized 20 years later through IG.
Was it meaningful to you?
Yes. Very much so. We spoke on IG, then phone.
I love a good apology. I wish more people knew how to give them.
This must have weighed on him in some way considering he apologized two decades later. He initially responded to a reply I made to a post on IG about a picture there in a friendly way. I was shocked I asked myself, “does he even know who he’s responding to?” I told someone who knows him. She said, “Yes, he knows who you are. That reply of his was an olive branch. He wants to talk to you.”
When I was 12/13 yrs old we were having trouble with the toughest guy from the school across town and me being the smallest in our year group was nominated to go sort out this guy. 200 people watching,first punch of the fight stunned me so badly I dropped my hands and took a fusillade of blows. Probably about 15. Face was a mess. Granted there were guys at that particular time who were more physically capable and as I found out later,more direct beef but fear is a great leveller. The guy who beat me up was a killer so it’s understandable despite being heavily pressed,everyone was reticient. I didn’t want to either but it got him off us.
Wut.
I don’t think seeking fights is good, but in this case the effect was good.
Upon reflection I classify most males in the lower middle class place I grew up in two groups, roughly speaking: 1. nerds/weak (not bad per se), and 2. Pieces of shit, some of whom were cowardly, creepy, and violent.
Unfortunately my best friend and I fit neither.
I once ran into a guy who was some kind of competitive kickboxer, so of course after a couple beers I challenged him to a fight, just for fun.
The 1.2 seconds I lasted were not fun at all.
When I was like 14 I got set up for a fight by some friends from school that liked to cause trouble. They told a guy from one township over that I said this, and told me that he said that, then they can sit back and watch the fireworks.
I was kinda scared because he was like 25 or something, and like some kind of bad ass or something. So I got a quarter gram of coke figuring that if he hit me in the face it wouldn’t hurt, and me & my buddy went on down the train tracks to meet up with this guy and fight.
I get there and there he is, with the other kids, smoking weed and being a bad guy. So instead of getting ready talking smack and whatnot, I whiffed up the toot, pulled out a pair of nunchucks and blasted the dude right across the temple. You could almost see his consciousness leave out the other side of his head. He bent over, covering his face and I cranked him again in the back of his head. He crumbled. So I kicked his face in as his head bounced off of the train track.
Then me & my buddy walked back down the tracks to our hang out and smoked some weed, laughing about how easy that was.
I don’t know what was supposed to happen, but I don’t think 25 year old guy that starts fights with 14 year olds thought it was going to go like that.