re: Bad asses of the ot, tell me about your fist fight experiences

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dawg sjw

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Wow your whole family sounds like trash.

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No that would just be me.

I probably should have mentioned I have been practicing non-violence since 1990 right after I choked a grown man to his near death after rag dolling him all over a breakroom for putting salt and pepper on my pb&j.
For the record, I would have no problem slapping the snot out of you and your Dad/Uncle.

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For the record, I would have no problem slapping the snot out of you and your Dad/Uncle.

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You sure about that baw? First I wear steel toe boots, second I got two cauliflower ears, 3rd my knuckles are huge and finally I got my dick hanging out staring you in the eyes. I think you end up turning around and bending over and doing things the easy way instead.

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asked them to come to Monroe and let's hash it out in the front yard. None of them took up the offer.

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So you couldn’t beat them then but with home field advantage you’d beat that arse... Boy you ain’t too smart are you?

Not a fist fight but,
In Marine Corps Basic when I went back in 97, you only get 2 phone calls, 1 when you arrive to tell the fam youre safe in like 15 seconds and another once you graduate to say youre coming home. Well, the DI's will taunt you with phone calls if you can perform a certain task like win company high shooter ect. We were doing combatives -hand to hand/boxing- and our Sr DI told us if you draw blood, youll get a phone call. I was a squad leader and our Guide -Its like the #1 recruit you see carrying the guidon in formation- was sick so they put me against the other grunt platoon's Guide, he was a big ole baw. Clearly this was for their entertainment purposes as Im 5'6 and in Basic I was around 130 pounds. They put you in a box like structure so there's no running, hell, you can hardly move as they look down at you from the outside where they have a plank they stand on to watch and place their little bets for bragging rights ect. Well, I got my gloves on and went into the box, big boy comes in and they have a DI playing like a ref who says ready, GO! as he blows a whistle and you commence to beating the hell outta each other. I knew I couldnt beat this guy so my plan was to anticipate the whistle and punch him right in the nose hard as I could and see how it went from there. We're in the box, like 18 inches apart, ready, GO! whistle!! He had his arms up but there was a gap where his face was, Soon as the whistle let out the first sound I hit him with all I had, to my surprise it rocked him, I remember his knees buckled as his head went back and I was like oh shite, I just got up on him and kept swinging, he dropped to his knee and I started uppercutting him as his head went down until I was pulled off of him by a few DIs reaching over the box, pulling me back into my corner. Next thing I know tap tap tap on my shoulder, I look up behind me and my Sr is smiling with his hand up to his head like he's holding a phone. I look over and ole baw is on both knees and has blood running down his face from his nose as the DI is checking him out. I walk to the little station they had set up for the gloves and they had recruits from each platoon sizing and assisting putting them on / taking them off ect. Im standing there and as one of them pulls my glove off his buddy says "Man, some guy from the other platoon just beat our Guides arse.." I smile "Yeah, ME!" They both look at me like Im bullshitting them, then one of my guys comes running over to give me a high five then the look on their faces changed like oh shite, it WAS him. Later that night I was in the phone center calling home. You couldnt tell me nothin



He would get his revenge btw, they waited for Pugel stick day to put us up against each other again. He got me, not like I got him but he won.

The last “fight” I was in was at Graces in Gonzales or Prarieville in the mid 90’s. I was 19 and wasn’t from the area but went with a friend. Around closing time I was standing outside the bar fairly drunk and said “what’s up?” to a guy coming out of the bar, not really looking for a fight, but not not looking for one either. This guy was looking for one and so were about 10 of his close friends. He got in my face and squared up and about the tiime I realized I was surrounded, I got sucker-punched. I locked this guy up and pulled him down to the ground on top of me and used him as a human shield while we both got kicked for about a minute until it got broken up. I was getting kicked in the head and ribs, but I could hear him yelping and shouting “you’re kicking me too!”. My head was so swollen the next day that I couldn’t put my hat on, but I considered it a draw, at worst, given the circumstances.

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But all those words ....

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Just take your time and sound them out, I have faith that you can do it

And you sound like you’d get your arse kicked in a real fight

I got in a ton of fights in the 14-17 age range, mostly out of boredom and growing up in Galveston, Texas and then Hammond which are two exceptionally shitty places but I had to pass the time somehow. Held my own some, got my arse kicked some but I don’t think I’ll ever get in to a fight as an adult.

When I lived in Galveston though, I saw the most fricked up shite at a pickup basketball game in high school. A guy started throwing elbows when handling the ball, and our team got pissed and then punches started flying and everybody starts fighting. Well this Mexican kid gets one’s arms locked and head facing down, and just started kneeing him in the head mercilessly. Blood and teeth everywhere. Everyone dispersed and somebody called 5-0. Sucks for that guy.

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Yeah, plenty of fights between that place and the Cotton Gin.

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Not to mention the Lighthouse.