I haven't started a fight in a long time.
Granted, I've been in my fair share, but that's not the same thing.
Last night I started a fight.
If you hit a girl, you ought to get your ass kicked. If you beat a girl, i.e., more than a slap, you ought to get curbed.
Real fucking simple.
I crashed at a friends house two nights back, as it was much better than attempting to drive home inebriated and his couch is a god-send to crash on, so, I did so.
About 3am, there's a knock at the door.
I went back to sleep, as a knock at the door of anyones residence but my own means nothing to me.
It ended up being the girlfriend of a guy we both knew.
She had a black eye.
She also had scrapes on her knees and elbows.
It seems that while she was driving, her tough-guy boyfriend decided to light her up because she asked him to stop beating on the radio.
So, he promptly began beating on her.
Then, they pulled over and he got into the drivers seat and began to drive away in HER car [hence the scraped knees and elbows] and then eventually left her stranded on the side of the interstate.
She walked, at that time of the morning, to a convenience store, and was promptly told by a cop that as they lived together, he had the rights to her car and charges wouldn't be pressed.
The cop must've missed the blackened eye.
Funny.
So, the day after [which would be last night] I was drinking my usual beer, leaning against my usual spot at the bar, talking to my usual friends, when I spied the guy.
I'm not a big guy, I'm 5-10, 140. He was about 6-0, 165. Those odds aren't too bad.
Allow me to preface this by admitting that I do run with a pretty rough crowd -- when I do run with a crowd at all. I'm kind of a loner, but the few friends I do keep know how to take care of themselves.
Very, very well.
I come from the school of thought that, "Once you're down, the fight's over".
My buddies come from the school of, "Once your down, ooops, that was my boot."
As a matter of fact, I think I'm the most laid back of all of my friends. But my buddies start brawls for fun, and as far as I know, they haven't lost.
Any.
As can be seen, I'm not a big guy, so I carry knuckles and mace.
The knuckles never come out unless I'm fighting someone who, well, deserves them.
The mace comes out if I'm fighting more than one person.
Or, if someone deserves it.
I don't carry a blade anymore, mace is better. Incapacitation allows you to walk away or to kick the shit out of the person; whichever suits your fancy.
None of these items were used at all; just a FYI on the people I run with.
Back to my story.
At the end of the night it was my friend, Pauly and I.
Pauly's shorter than me, but stockier -- and a great kid to have at your back. I admit that he could take me down, without much of an effort on his part, as he's a serious scrapper.
Anyway, he and I watched the girl-beater walk out to his car with a couple of friends. Odds weren't that bad, I think it was their three to us two, but that didn't concern me, as I have enough faith in my ability, never mind Paulys.
All I did was walk up to him, and announce, "So, you like to hit girls, hunh?"
Grabbed him by the throat, smashed him into a car.
"So, you like to hit girls, hunh?"
Use said throat to smash him into a Jeep.
"So, you like to hit girls, hunh?"
Smacked him, open hand, into the next car.
"So, you like to fucking hit girls, hunh?"
Dumpster, him against it. My elbow, his head.
And his friends did nothing. They simply kept calling my name. I'm rather sure Paul told them to back off, although I'm not positive.
At that point, I walked. There was no more point to be made. A friend yelled that the cops were on their way over and I split.
I'm not proud of starting the fight, but I am content with the fact that he got a little of what he deserved.
And I'm also content that I didn't end up in jail.
The fucked up part was; I like him, he was a decent guy. Social, funny, rather cool in my book.
But if you hit a girl, all fucking bets are off.
And you might want to be damn sure that she doesn't show up on my doorstep.
-Me
PS Kings of Nuthin', October 5th, Boston.
Granted, I've been in my fair share, but that's not the same thing.
Last night I started a fight.
If you hit a girl, you ought to get your ass kicked. If you beat a girl, i.e., more than a slap, you ought to get curbed.
Real fucking simple.
I crashed at a friends house two nights back, as it was much better than attempting to drive home inebriated and his couch is a god-send to crash on, so, I did so.
About 3am, there's a knock at the door.
I went back to sleep, as a knock at the door of anyones residence but my own means nothing to me.
It ended up being the girlfriend of a guy we both knew.
She had a black eye.
She also had scrapes on her knees and elbows.
It seems that while she was driving, her tough-guy boyfriend decided to light her up because she asked him to stop beating on the radio.
So, he promptly began beating on her.
Then, they pulled over and he got into the drivers seat and began to drive away in HER car [hence the scraped knees and elbows] and then eventually left her stranded on the side of the interstate.
She walked, at that time of the morning, to a convenience store, and was promptly told by a cop that as they lived together, he had the rights to her car and charges wouldn't be pressed.
The cop must've missed the blackened eye.
Funny.
So, the day after [which would be last night] I was drinking my usual beer, leaning against my usual spot at the bar, talking to my usual friends, when I spied the guy.
I'm not a big guy, I'm 5-10, 140. He was about 6-0, 165. Those odds aren't too bad.
Allow me to preface this by admitting that I do run with a pretty rough crowd -- when I do run with a crowd at all. I'm kind of a loner, but the few friends I do keep know how to take care of themselves.
Very, very well.
I come from the school of thought that, "Once you're down, the fight's over".
My buddies come from the school of, "Once your down, ooops, that was my boot."
As a matter of fact, I think I'm the most laid back of all of my friends. But my buddies start brawls for fun, and as far as I know, they haven't lost.
Any.
As can be seen, I'm not a big guy, so I carry knuckles and mace.
The knuckles never come out unless I'm fighting someone who, well, deserves them.
The mace comes out if I'm fighting more than one person.
Or, if someone deserves it.
I don't carry a blade anymore, mace is better. Incapacitation allows you to walk away or to kick the shit out of the person; whichever suits your fancy.
None of these items were used at all; just a FYI on the people I run with.
Back to my story.
At the end of the night it was my friend, Pauly and I.
Pauly's shorter than me, but stockier -- and a great kid to have at your back. I admit that he could take me down, without much of an effort on his part, as he's a serious scrapper.
Anyway, he and I watched the girl-beater walk out to his car with a couple of friends. Odds weren't that bad, I think it was their three to us two, but that didn't concern me, as I have enough faith in my ability, never mind Paulys.
All I did was walk up to him, and announce, "So, you like to hit girls, hunh?"
Grabbed him by the throat, smashed him into a car.
"So, you like to hit girls, hunh?"
Use said throat to smash him into a Jeep.
"So, you like to hit girls, hunh?"
Smacked him, open hand, into the next car.
"So, you like to fucking hit girls, hunh?"
Dumpster, him against it. My elbow, his head.
And his friends did nothing. They simply kept calling my name. I'm rather sure Paul told them to back off, although I'm not positive.
At that point, I walked. There was no more point to be made. A friend yelled that the cops were on their way over and I split.
I'm not proud of starting the fight, but I am content with the fact that he got a little of what he deserved.
And I'm also content that I didn't end up in jail.
The fucked up part was; I like him, he was a decent guy. Social, funny, rather cool in my book.
But if you hit a girl, all fucking bets are off.
And you might want to be damn sure that she doesn't show up on my doorstep.
-Me
PS Kings of Nuthin', October 5th, Boston.
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