re: Who has been in a serious fist/street fight

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Monroe and thanks to a place called Sal's, I tried.

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Sal (and Bob when he was around)l taught me to how to fight. Good times. .

Mid 80s. Tigerland neutral ground between Sports and Cillys. Bunch of west bankers vs foreigners with numb chucks. Not a good night for the away team. Multiple ambulances. They were mauled. Multiple bottles to head.

When I was about 12, this new kid moved into the neighborhood and he had a single mom and looking back I’m sure the kid had a bad home life and went through some shite.

One day we were playing and I can’t remember why, but he got really mad at me. The kid goes home and comes back dragging a sledgehammer with him singing my name, telling me “come out come out…”

I’m thinking this kid is nuts, but the older kids were agging it on. I have always had really quick reactions and have always been a good athlete, so I knew I could get to him before he could pick up the hammer and swing it.

At that age I knew about death and what this hammer could do if it hit me cause that’s how we killed chickens. I couldn’t believe this little piece of shite had the nerve to try to take my life, so as soon as he stepped his little arse in the street I made a run for it. He tried to pick up the sledge but was too slow. I put a shoulder in his chest at full speed and knocked the wind out of him. I saw red that day, it was him or me, and I started beating the ever loving shite out of this little punks face, raining blows to his face on the concrete.

He was knocked out cold, but I was in fight mode and so the older kids had to drag me off of him. At some point, somebody’s parents came out and saw what happened. They took the kid to the hospital and all the parents in the neighborhood knew what happened.

The kids mom wanted to press charges, but my dad was a cop at that time and I was acting in self defense, so there was nothing she could do. My dad always told me never start a fight, but you better finish it. And that’s what I did.

They were ostracized and nobody’s parents would let them play with that crazy bastard. They moved a few weeks later. Never saw that little piece of shite again.

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I'm paying the price for it now, especially the hands and feet, but the crushed orbital socket, the elbows and knees ... and the many street surgeries. Not to mention the concussions which are now causing tremors

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Damn.

Last bad one I was in a knife was drawn by a pos who started it. Cut me on the kneck from behind as I was leaving an apartment. I kneed him in the face and broke his nose. Was in the middle of throwing him off the balcony at this apartment building cause he tried to fricking kill me, but my buddies noticed and pulled me back. He was out cold.

I should have pressed charges and had him thrown in jail for attempted murder, not sure why I didn’t. That was almost 20 years ago.

A friend said he saw him a while back. I wouldn’t even recognize him if I did. Still pisses me off when I think about it, but I just hope he has reflected on that and become a good person. I’ll let God sort that one out.

I grew up in the 80’s. Hell yeah I’ve been in some serious fist fights. We weren’t a bunch of soft soy boys back then. You had a beef with someone usually settled it in a parking lot around the corner from school with half the school there watching. No one back then pulled knives or guns and you sure didn’t go running to the popo afterwards to press charges. Won some, lost some. Also used to play tons of pick up basketball games and wasn’t uncommon to get into a tussle on the court either. Again won some and lost some but we lived to fight another day.

My last fight (since 4th grade) was at the age of 34 in a dive bar in Houston. The GF of an East Texas redneck drywall crew foreman didn't like that she was dancing to close to me (body to body) so when I returned was pulled back in my chair by two of his dudes and one went to punching my in the face while they held me down. 17 punches later I was able to free myself and they all ran away. I went to the bar and ordered another drink and the police arrived asking about a fight. I told them I didn't see it.

Later on the way home and stopping at another dive bar, someone hit me on the back of the head with a 2x4 and knocked me out, stealing a few hundred dollars out of my pocket.

It has been about twenty years ago that Barbe High School hosted its inaugural football for their new football stadium. Multiple fist fights broke out in the stands, at the travel bus parking area, and playing field. A few band instruments were used as weapons.

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And if you shoot a guy over a treat of getting hit in the face, first off your a piece big pussy. And Secondly your going to jail!
A weapon involved I agree, but getting your arse kicked your losing your freedom