A friend invited me to the OAR concert on Northerly Island last night, and I'm never one to turn down a free ticket. When we got there, we immediately felt old, probably because we were two of the few there that could legally drink.
We left about halfway through the concert to escape the drunk/high retarded highschoolers and began walking home. We walked past the Shedd Aquarium, and into Grant Park, and we were walking through the tunnel right before Roosevelt when some guy ran up behind me and punched me right in the back of the head, then punched my friend right behind his ear. We immediately turned on him and got a few good shots in before finally asking why he had punched us. He claimed that I pushed him during the concert, which is nonsense since I spent most of the time standing there waiting to hear something good.
Anywho, after shouting insults at him for a few minutes, some random guy ran in and tackled him, and about 4 other guys jumped in and started beating up whoever happened to be within arms reach. My friend and I decided not to join the melee, so we walked back to his apartment and slammed a few beers.
Needless to say, my head was pounding this morning, but the Aleve takes away most of the throbbing (although I still can't turn my head all the way to the right). That was the first fight I've ever been in outside of the hockey rink, and I can now say with conviction that I won't be joining a Fight Club any time soon.
So, make with the fight stories.
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Jophiel wrote:
I managed to be both retarded and entertaining.
This one time when I was 11 and just into high schhol, I was walking home from school with a friend and this guy we both knew was being a complete *******. I can't remember what he was saying, but I put my arm around his head and took him to the ground. He then punched me a few times. My friend ran off and so did I after a while, and stayed ******** with terror for a few weeks.
******* high school.
******* high school.
The only 'fights' I ever got in were with my sisters. Three of us, two years apart each. We kept our nails and hair long. MeowWWWWWowwwWW.
Ju got jumped...lol.
Ju got jumped...lol.
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Ouch man, that sucks.
I can only think of two fights with peers. The first fight I was ever in, I was in 7th grade, new to town (yay) and new to school. During gym some girl was giving me a hard time and naturally, I dont put up with lip so I verbally shot back at her. Icant for the life of me remember what it was about, but being new, I was harassed a bit and pretty fed up with it by this time. The girl didnt appreciate my quick wit and told all of her friends. in the locker room I was surrounded by 13 of her girl friends and a few of them tried to beat the shit out of me, while the rest kept a close circle around. Fortunately the teacher saw what was going on and broke it up after a few punches were thrown. I held my own for those few seconds, but I know there was no way in hell I would have held out with so many. I was lucky it ended when it did.
The second was freshman year of high school. I went to a tech school, which consisted of kids from 16 towns thrown together to find their way in the social ladder. Having jumped from school to school since I moved around a lot as a kid, I was a pro at being new by then so it didnt phase me as much as others. A few weeks into school, this one girl just really bothered me. She was one of those rumor spreaders, and catty. I cant stand that. One day I was hanging in the cafeteria with a few of my friends when she came over and started yelling at an aquaintence of mine. No clue what it was about I hadnt been paying attention to that weeks social faux pas, but the two of them were face to face claws out, ready to go. Being the type of person I am, I tried to break it up and get between them, telling this girl to back off and my friend to calm down. The girl turned on me and after a tete a tete she shoved me. Figuring she started it, I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the cafeteria table a dozen times, gave her an uppercut, flung her down on the floor and walked away. I had learned by then to never start a fight but to finish it swiftly.
The Asst Dean watched the whole thing and we were called into the office. When confronted she tried to blame me for starting it. Fortunately he had seen the entire fight, called her out on her lie, gave her a suspension, and I got off with a mild scolding and a wink. Walking into class I got a roaring cheer from my classmates. I guess the girl really pissed quite a few people off by then.
I can only think of two fights with peers. The first fight I was ever in, I was in 7th grade, new to town (yay) and new to school. During gym some girl was giving me a hard time and naturally, I dont put up with lip so I verbally shot back at her. Icant for the life of me remember what it was about, but being new, I was harassed a bit and pretty fed up with it by this time. The girl didnt appreciate my quick wit and told all of her friends. in the locker room I was surrounded by 13 of her girl friends and a few of them tried to beat the shit out of me, while the rest kept a close circle around. Fortunately the teacher saw what was going on and broke it up after a few punches were thrown. I held my own for those few seconds, but I know there was no way in hell I would have held out with so many. I was lucky it ended when it did.
The second was freshman year of high school. I went to a tech school, which consisted of kids from 16 towns thrown together to find their way in the social ladder. Having jumped from school to school since I moved around a lot as a kid, I was a pro at being new by then so it didnt phase me as much as others. A few weeks into school, this one girl just really bothered me. She was one of those rumor spreaders, and catty. I cant stand that. One day I was hanging in the cafeteria with a few of my friends when she came over and started yelling at an aquaintence of mine. No clue what it was about I hadnt been paying attention to that weeks social faux pas, but the two of them were face to face claws out, ready to go. Being the type of person I am, I tried to break it up and get between them, telling this girl to back off and my friend to calm down. The girl turned on me and after a tete a tete she shoved me. Figuring she started it, I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the cafeteria table a dozen times, gave her an uppercut, flung her down on the floor and walked away. I had learned by then to never start a fight but to finish it swiftly.
The Asst Dean watched the whole thing and we were called into the office. When confronted she tried to blame me for starting it. Fortunately he had seen the entire fight, called her out on her lie, gave her a suspension, and I got off with a mild scolding and a wink. Walking into class I got a roaring cheer from my classmates. I guess the girl really pissed quite a few people off by then.
In my early 20s I would pick fights with people. It was the whole "I don't feel real, I need to feel something and pain is something" fight club mentality. Kind of like an emo cutting himself, only I wanted hurt someone else while I was at it. I managed to get 86 from a half dozen dive bars, and some of them you had to really go out of your way to do that. Now I realise I was just acting an idiot. Still, it was fun. I just wish my two front teeth were still real.
Fight stories eh? hmm. I was in my share of fights in school. A bit of a temper i'm afraid.
In Jr high school there was this kid named josh, liked to tease people about everything. My parents tend to be pacifists, so they were always telling me fighting is wrong, don't get in a fight, etc etc. so I pretty much tried to ignore him. That went on for several months, and finally, one particularily bad day when i was already in a lousy mood, he came up behind me in the hallway to class and kicked me in the back of the leg fairly hard (afterwards, he maintained it was an accident, not that I really cared at the time/ So I half fall down, turn around ready to kill anyone regardless of who it was, and i see little josh standing there with this "oh ****" look on his face as my left hand comes around for his face and his legs dissappear out from under him from my return kick. I then proceeded to take out several months of teen angst and agression on him, until he ran off crying. The principal happened to be watching the whole thing, decided that since she had had complaints about this particular kid starting **** from others for months, and from what she could see he started it, he ended up suspended for a week, and I didn't even get a talking to about it other than a cursory, yeah, don't do that again. I'm not really proud of that, but it felt good at the time, and I never had to deal with him again.
Other fight wasn't really so much a fight, but just the crazy ******* in math class. Literally crazy in this case. On anti psychotic medicine, apperently decided to stop takeing it. So far some reason in math class, him sitting behind me, he snapped and stabbed me in the back three times with a pen. I never did figure out a cause. At the time I thought he had just hit me three times, so i turned around and clocked him, then went back to doing my math work until the substatute teacher came over and exclaimed "Tim, Oh ****, you are bleeding all over the floor!" so I got stiches for three inch deep pen wounds, and no desire whatsoever to ever get a tattoo. Shortly after he got transferred out and I never saw him again. I didn't think I had hit him all that hard, though apperently I knocked a filling out of one of his teeth. Never did figure out what set him off though.
In Jr high school there was this kid named josh, liked to tease people about everything. My parents tend to be pacifists, so they were always telling me fighting is wrong, don't get in a fight, etc etc. so I pretty much tried to ignore him. That went on for several months, and finally, one particularily bad day when i was already in a lousy mood, he came up behind me in the hallway to class and kicked me in the back of the leg fairly hard (afterwards, he maintained it was an accident, not that I really cared at the time/ So I half fall down, turn around ready to kill anyone regardless of who it was, and i see little josh standing there with this "oh ****" look on his face as my left hand comes around for his face and his legs dissappear out from under him from my return kick. I then proceeded to take out several months of teen angst and agression on him, until he ran off crying. The principal happened to be watching the whole thing, decided that since she had had complaints about this particular kid starting **** from others for months, and from what she could see he started it, he ended up suspended for a week, and I didn't even get a talking to about it other than a cursory, yeah, don't do that again. I'm not really proud of that, but it felt good at the time, and I never had to deal with him again.
Other fight wasn't really so much a fight, but just the crazy ******* in math class. Literally crazy in this case. On anti psychotic medicine, apperently decided to stop takeing it. So far some reason in math class, him sitting behind me, he snapped and stabbed me in the back three times with a pen. I never did figure out a cause. At the time I thought he had just hit me three times, so i turned around and clocked him, then went back to doing my math work until the substatute teacher came over and exclaimed "Tim, Oh ****, you are bleeding all over the floor!" so I got stiches for three inch deep pen wounds, and no desire whatsoever to ever get a tattoo. Shortly after he got transferred out and I never saw him again. I didn't think I had hit him all that hard, though apperently I knocked a filling out of one of his teeth. Never did figure out what set him off though.
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I have a semi-bad temper as well, here's a story where I actually got in trouble with foreign law enforcement.
Well I was in Kenya for vacation over Christmas in 2006. I went with my brother and my mom. We did all the safaris and stuff. We stayed with some freinds that own a rhino preserve, we traded them a dog for a free week's stay. One day my brother decides it is a good idea to pick up a gazelle horn, he likes it so much that he wants to keep it and take it back home with him. Skipping forward...
We're in the airport in Nairobi and as the security is screening out baggage we get pulled aside. They say that we are to stay where we are and that they were going to send someone to us for questioning and that we would not be leaving any time soon. So the dude comes to ask us some questions, they were mostly all about the gazelle horn and how it was very illegal and we had a very good chance of being arrested and staying in the city prison of Nairobi.
I perceive this as to all being my brother's fault. Shortly after the questioning we're just sitting there while a bunch of the guards are talking as they wait for their superior to arrive, I'm quite seething right now and about to snap. Eventually I snap and tackle my brother and slam him on the ground. I grabbed his hair and smashed his head several times on the floor, nearly fracturing his skull. I was restrained and we were let go in the end, but we got an escort to our terminal, and they stared at me the whole time.
I don't remember all of the details but I did other things to him, but it gets all shaky when you're that mad and you pretty much and it feels like you aren't in your body anymore. Literally, you lose control. That was more of rant I guess, whatever.
Next?
Well I was in Kenya for vacation over Christmas in 2006. I went with my brother and my mom. We did all the safaris and stuff. We stayed with some freinds that own a rhino preserve, we traded them a dog for a free week's stay. One day my brother decides it is a good idea to pick up a gazelle horn, he likes it so much that he wants to keep it and take it back home with him. Skipping forward...
We're in the airport in Nairobi and as the security is screening out baggage we get pulled aside. They say that we are to stay where we are and that they were going to send someone to us for questioning and that we would not be leaving any time soon. So the dude comes to ask us some questions, they were mostly all about the gazelle horn and how it was very illegal and we had a very good chance of being arrested and staying in the city prison of Nairobi.
I perceive this as to all being my brother's fault. Shortly after the questioning we're just sitting there while a bunch of the guards are talking as they wait for their superior to arrive, I'm quite seething right now and about to snap. Eventually I snap and tackle my brother and slam him on the ground. I grabbed his hair and smashed his head several times on the floor, nearly fracturing his skull. I was restrained and we were let go in the end, but we got an escort to our terminal, and they stared at me the whole time.
I don't remember all of the details but I did other things to him, but it gets all shaky when you're that mad and you pretty much and it feels like you aren't in your body anymore. Literally, you lose control. That was more of rant I guess, whatever.
Next?
I must have been a bad girl, I was always fighting once I learned how. I got tired of being picked on.
In highschool once, I can't recall the guys name that I hit, but I was really pissed. We were at a party and I told him let's go outside. Yes, I had balls it seems. We get outside and before he can speak I popped him one right in the nose. He was out about an hour.
After I was 18, I was living with my BF at the time and he was at work and a neighbor had been harassing me off and on. Her boyfriend comes over and says their radio or something was broken and could I fix it, And yes I was doing that sort of thing even back then... She's standing on the porch which is around my knee level. She kicks me in the face and I step back, she grabs me by the hair and drags me to the ground. She puts her feet on my shoulders so I couldn't get to her. I had a ***** driver in my back pocket, which promptly landed in her thigh to the bone. She will never forget me...
I have tons of them!
In highschool once, I can't recall the guys name that I hit, but I was really pissed. We were at a party and I told him let's go outside. Yes, I had balls it seems. We get outside and before he can speak I popped him one right in the nose. He was out about an hour.
After I was 18, I was living with my BF at the time and he was at work and a neighbor had been harassing me off and on. Her boyfriend comes over and says their radio or something was broken and could I fix it, And yes I was doing that sort of thing even back then... She's standing on the porch which is around my knee level. She kicks me in the face and I step back, she grabs me by the hair and drags me to the ground. She puts her feet on my shoulders so I couldn't get to her. I had a ***** driver in my back pocket, which promptly landed in her thigh to the bone. She will never forget me...
I have tons of them!
I was detained at a movie theater once because I had a concealed weapon, multiple. I had a pocketknife, scissors, and a mini retractable blade hacksaw.
Edit: What kind of screwdriver was it, Phillip's Head or the flat kind?
Edited, Jul 26th 2008 12:42am by BlackRevolution
Edit: What kind of screwdriver was it, Phillip's Head or the flat kind?
Edited, Jul 26th 2008 12:42am by BlackRevolution
BlackRevolution, Mercenary Major wrote:
I was detained at a movie theater once because I had a concealed weapon, multiple. I had a pocketknife, scissors, and a mini retractable blade hacksaw.
Edit: What kind of screwdriver was it, Phillip's Head or the flat kind?
Edited, Jul 26th 2008 12:42am by BlackRevolution
Edit: What kind of screwdriver was it, Phillip's Head or the flat kind?
Edited, Jul 26th 2008 12:42am by BlackRevolution
you know, I don't really recall, all I know is I had had my cast off my leg for less than 24 hours and was still learning to walk normal again, there's no way I could have ran off and she knew that. Handle was blue and clear, I tore her up pretty good, she was in hosp for a couple days. So let's go with phillip's.
I think I have that kind of screwdriver somewhere in my basement, but I'm not going down there because I saw some underpants gnomes down there and it's cold with no underwear on.
BlackRevolution, Mercenary Major wrote:
I think I have that kind of screwdriver somewhere in my basement, but I'm not going down there because I saw some underpants gnomes down there and it's cold with no underwear on.
HAHAHA Well if you do take pix, I am sure someone would want to see!
Kaolian wrote:
My parents tend to be pacifists, so they were always telling me fighting is wrong, don't get in a fight, etc etc.
My dad, much like myself, has a fondness for sayings. You know, those life lessons that can be expressed in ten words or less. The ones that take on entirely new meanings the longer you live, and the more experience you have to apply them to.
My favorite one, and in a sense our family motto, is "If somebody hits you, hit them back harder."
Jophiel wrote:
I managed to be both retarded and entertaining.
Also, I'm surprised that BT hasn't chimed in with a myriad of stories about drunken brawls.
Jophiel wrote:
I managed to be both retarded and entertaining.
Only ever been in one skirmish, I wouldn't call it a fight as such.
I was walking from the Docks in Liverpool when I got punched in the left side of the head, no warning just smacked.
I expect they wanted me to turn to where the punch came from as it wasn't particularly hard, luckily for me i turned away from the punch and ended up faceing the kid with the knife, he couldn't have been more than 14 and if he was 5 foot tall it was the excitement getting him there.
I grabbed his knife hand (Bad idea normally but i wasn't thinking) and pulled him into a headlock. the other three proceeded to beat the living sh*t out of me for 10 seconds or so until the first passing car stopped and two rather large guys got out and saved the day. Not one of the lads who jumped me could have been out of school.
The only digs I got in was ramming the knife kids head into a wall a few times as i was trying to avoid punches.
I was so lucky he didn't know what he was doing with that knife or he could have slicd me to bits, as it was my head had lumps in strange places for about a week and they broke my glasses..
I was walking from the Docks in Liverpool when I got punched in the left side of the head, no warning just smacked.
I expect they wanted me to turn to where the punch came from as it wasn't particularly hard, luckily for me i turned away from the punch and ended up faceing the kid with the knife, he couldn't have been more than 14 and if he was 5 foot tall it was the excitement getting him there.
I grabbed his knife hand (Bad idea normally but i wasn't thinking) and pulled him into a headlock. the other three proceeded to beat the living sh*t out of me for 10 seconds or so until the first passing car stopped and two rather large guys got out and saved the day. Not one of the lads who jumped me could have been out of school.
The only digs I got in was ramming the knife kids head into a wall a few times as i was trying to avoid punches.
I was so lucky he didn't know what he was doing with that knife or he could have slicd me to bits, as it was my head had lumps in strange places for about a week and they broke my glasses..
Demea, welcome back by the way. Good to see you unmolested by the European heathens.
let's see.. Here's a few.
-The Battle Royal of Sandalwood. I was about 11.. A boy who was feared by all(my age) was wearing a karate ge and spin kicked me in the face... I went back toward my house and ran into my older neighbor teens who saw that I was upset went down the street and GOT the boy and brought him to me... as he protested, a crowd gathered. There was a big circle formed and they kept pushing me into the boy until we started fighting...... it eventually got to me wigging out Ralphie on Clive Farkus style and chasing him around the opening.... after this other people just began wailing on each other.... much in a Fight Club like thing...
It was this day that I learned to enjoy the chaos of brawling. It must have been about 20-30 people there. I may have ben the only white kid there.
-In school.. this kid Steven O'Leary (local class 'badass'[punkass].. started **** with me during a school wide fair/event and challenge me outside at which I accepted and a bunch of us went outside. We went at each other and ended up locking hands and pushing.. etc... at which point I began thinking to myself.. I could kick this boy in the stomach.. or trip his feet from under him and stomp him.. or even head-butt him.. but then I began thinking about how much damage that I could do to this person at this time and decided that it actually wasn't worth getting in trouble for. I threw him away from me and just shook my head and told him NO I wasn't going to fight him.. and he went on about how I was a *****. I just sneered. I think I could have and would have hurt him bad if I really wanted to. Knowing that satisfied me enough.
-In school.. Biology... someone had a squirt bottle of water and was passing it around to his cronies and they were quietly squirting people in the back or whatever and snickering about it while the teacher was blabbing away. I don't really know what got into me.. but I pretty much just snapped on the boy sitting behind me... Now I much relay that this boy sitting behind me was a mental case and had previously been witnessed fighting and beating about 5 black kids that jumped him... long blonde hair.. Metallica Jean jacket and fond of alcohol and greeners. I picked up the thick hardback textbook that was on my desk and did a full 180 degree pivot and full arm length and slammed him across the side of his head with the book. It made a great THOCK! sound....
He immediately stood up in front of me and I immediately stood up as well and he started to grab me and would have probably throttled me had the teacher not intervened. While we later say in the office I apolojized to him for it and his just laughed at me and we shook hands.
-I "fought" 9 police while drunk on LSD once. That's too long a story. I was bloody and retching.. but indeed it took 9 billy-clubs to take me down. At one point I went for a large rock to hit them with and they went for their guns... in my moment of clarity that I would have really been shot made me hesitate long enough for them to tackle me, cuff me, and beat the living **** out of me. I woke up strapped in a hospital bed, swollen and gagging from pepper spray.
- the Heather Incident.
A party. We had progressed at some point that evening into a 3-car mobile party. Yes were were all drunk, stoned, and mostly on LSD and were a caravan of civil disobedience. We'd stop at random 7-11s between party hopping and take over the parking lots.. pissing and drinking more before continuing..
So I was on about 5 hits of some kind of blotter.. I had actually supplied like.. everyone with it.
So without too much detal.... I was in the front seat of this car and a guy in the back seat did not like some of the comments that I was making concerning this girl Heather who we both were going after... I was essentially instigating him by going on about how he fucked some random chick and that this chick that we were digging should actually be all about Me. She was in the back seat with him asking him why she heard that he slept with this **** named Molly.
In the car he starts swinging on me... missing.. but going more crazy (he was tripping too). I was in such a strange mood that I just couldn't stop laughing at him.. which did not help his disposition.
we got to the house.. where HE happened to live (with some less violent room mates who I was also friends with). He attacks me when we get out of the car.. I do a quick spin and break loose and keep running backwards laughing as he can't catch me.. and I'm yelling "can't we all just get along!?". meanwhile people grab him and calm him down.
So we get into the house and more drinking and partying ensues.... but every time I make eye contact with this guy.. we lock eyes and would just come at me swinging... It got to the point where this would happen like every 10 minutes... It was weird because I'm not all about premeditatedly attacking someone.... but I had no choice... I remember going to he bathroom... hearing him out in the room talking about how hes going to beat me to a pulp... i remember tripping and looking at myself in the mirror mentally preparing for the showdown. I went back out peacefully and collectively and sat down. I made eye contact.. he starts repeating like a slurring robot "Watz zu lookinat , Bitz. Watz zu lookinat , Bitz?" and as soon as he got beyond my "personal space" zone I thought "this is it" and jumped off from the couch and uppercut him in the jaw. I charged him back into the crowd (easily 50 people around) and it was fisticuffs on acid. Unfortunately then as I lifted him off the ground to slam him into the wall or radiator or arm of the couch... he grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head as I had him in mid-air. Of course I then couldn't see.. and other people were jumping in trying to break us up.. I remember the actual girl we were fighting over jumped in the middle as I was swinging blind and she got hit a few times.... Eventually they dragged me into the kitchen and this black dude kinda escorted me out as I heard the other guy yelling how he was going to kill me.... I think he was probably getting a weapon.. because this black dude was like REALLY trying to get me out of the house and to safety... The entire time I was just laughing my ball off... despite having a bloody face.
I was deposited in the house next door onto some bed... and I I lay there laughing to myself about everything.. who should happen to be there but the girl Molly... I had know idea who's house it was or why she was there.. she didn't even live close to there.. Only when tripping do you run into the most random people at the most random times. She like got me ice and stuff.. no I didn't bang her... nor did I ever get with Heather... they both became heroin junkies anyway.. a few years later.
There is nothing recent really worth mentioning...
-I beat up a drunk friend once because he was becoming an alcoholic and pissing me off.
-I had an outdoor gas station lot brawl with a female junkie who I was helping get clean. We are still best friends.. Me and a friend were trying to subdue her as she was trying to throw herself in traffic and when we got to the gas station nearby.. she pulls a GUN out of her book bag. My friend snatched it from her.. wrapped it in duct tape (he brought it in case we needed to restrain her with it) and he GIVES the gun to random people in a car at the gas station...lol. and she punches him in the eye.. I bear hug her and she starts struggling like crazy.. yelling **** like "you like beating woman don't you!" as people are watching this at the gas station... I throw her away from me and we start circling each other like dogs... She tried coming at me more but I kept deflecting her. Cops arrived eventually and they wouldn't do anything... but they wouldn't let me touch her has she made her way toward the busy street... I screamed at those cops that they were letting her die. Eventually me and another friend found her and picked her up...
I must add that this girl has now been clean for almost 10 years to this day.
Ok, enough typing... I only did this because I'm ******* SICK.. with flu-like symptoms in the MIDDLE of SUMMER! so I'm just kinda in lala land right now at 6 in the morning....
I think I'm going to go find some NyQuil to swig and try to go back to sleep.
let's see.. Here's a few.
-The Battle Royal of Sandalwood. I was about 11.. A boy who was feared by all(my age) was wearing a karate ge and spin kicked me in the face... I went back toward my house and ran into my older neighbor teens who saw that I was upset went down the street and GOT the boy and brought him to me... as he protested, a crowd gathered. There was a big circle formed and they kept pushing me into the boy until we started fighting...... it eventually got to me wigging out Ralphie on Clive Farkus style and chasing him around the opening.... after this other people just began wailing on each other.... much in a Fight Club like thing...
It was this day that I learned to enjoy the chaos of brawling. It must have been about 20-30 people there. I may have ben the only white kid there.
-In school.. this kid Steven O'Leary (local class 'badass'[punkass].. started **** with me during a school wide fair/event and challenge me outside at which I accepted and a bunch of us went outside. We went at each other and ended up locking hands and pushing.. etc... at which point I began thinking to myself.. I could kick this boy in the stomach.. or trip his feet from under him and stomp him.. or even head-butt him.. but then I began thinking about how much damage that I could do to this person at this time and decided that it actually wasn't worth getting in trouble for. I threw him away from me and just shook my head and told him NO I wasn't going to fight him.. and he went on about how I was a *****. I just sneered. I think I could have and would have hurt him bad if I really wanted to. Knowing that satisfied me enough.
-In school.. Biology... someone had a squirt bottle of water and was passing it around to his cronies and they were quietly squirting people in the back or whatever and snickering about it while the teacher was blabbing away. I don't really know what got into me.. but I pretty much just snapped on the boy sitting behind me... Now I much relay that this boy sitting behind me was a mental case and had previously been witnessed fighting and beating about 5 black kids that jumped him... long blonde hair.. Metallica Jean jacket and fond of alcohol and greeners. I picked up the thick hardback textbook that was on my desk and did a full 180 degree pivot and full arm length and slammed him across the side of his head with the book. It made a great THOCK! sound....
He immediately stood up in front of me and I immediately stood up as well and he started to grab me and would have probably throttled me had the teacher not intervened. While we later say in the office I apolojized to him for it and his just laughed at me and we shook hands.
-I "fought" 9 police while drunk on LSD once. That's too long a story. I was bloody and retching.. but indeed it took 9 billy-clubs to take me down. At one point I went for a large rock to hit them with and they went for their guns... in my moment of clarity that I would have really been shot made me hesitate long enough for them to tackle me, cuff me, and beat the living **** out of me. I woke up strapped in a hospital bed, swollen and gagging from pepper spray.
- the Heather Incident.
A party. We had progressed at some point that evening into a 3-car mobile party. Yes were were all drunk, stoned, and mostly on LSD and were a caravan of civil disobedience. We'd stop at random 7-11s between party hopping and take over the parking lots.. pissing and drinking more before continuing..
So I was on about 5 hits of some kind of blotter.. I had actually supplied like.. everyone with it.
So without too much detal.... I was in the front seat of this car and a guy in the back seat did not like some of the comments that I was making concerning this girl Heather who we both were going after... I was essentially instigating him by going on about how he fucked some random chick and that this chick that we were digging should actually be all about Me. She was in the back seat with him asking him why she heard that he slept with this **** named Molly.
In the car he starts swinging on me... missing.. but going more crazy (he was tripping too). I was in such a strange mood that I just couldn't stop laughing at him.. which did not help his disposition.
we got to the house.. where HE happened to live (with some less violent room mates who I was also friends with). He attacks me when we get out of the car.. I do a quick spin and break loose and keep running backwards laughing as he can't catch me.. and I'm yelling "can't we all just get along!?". meanwhile people grab him and calm him down.
So we get into the house and more drinking and partying ensues.... but every time I make eye contact with this guy.. we lock eyes and would just come at me swinging... It got to the point where this would happen like every 10 minutes... It was weird because I'm not all about premeditatedly attacking someone.... but I had no choice... I remember going to he bathroom... hearing him out in the room talking about how hes going to beat me to a pulp... i remember tripping and looking at myself in the mirror mentally preparing for the showdown. I went back out peacefully and collectively and sat down. I made eye contact.. he starts repeating like a slurring robot "Watz zu lookinat , Bitz. Watz zu lookinat , Bitz?" and as soon as he got beyond my "personal space" zone I thought "this is it" and jumped off from the couch and uppercut him in the jaw. I charged him back into the crowd (easily 50 people around) and it was fisticuffs on acid. Unfortunately then as I lifted him off the ground to slam him into the wall or radiator or arm of the couch... he grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head as I had him in mid-air. Of course I then couldn't see.. and other people were jumping in trying to break us up.. I remember the actual girl we were fighting over jumped in the middle as I was swinging blind and she got hit a few times.... Eventually they dragged me into the kitchen and this black dude kinda escorted me out as I heard the other guy yelling how he was going to kill me.... I think he was probably getting a weapon.. because this black dude was like REALLY trying to get me out of the house and to safety... The entire time I was just laughing my ball off... despite having a bloody face.
I was deposited in the house next door onto some bed... and I I lay there laughing to myself about everything.. who should happen to be there but the girl Molly... I had know idea who's house it was or why she was there.. she didn't even live close to there.. Only when tripping do you run into the most random people at the most random times. She like got me ice and stuff.. no I didn't bang her... nor did I ever get with Heather... they both became heroin junkies anyway.. a few years later.
There is nothing recent really worth mentioning...
-I beat up a drunk friend once because he was becoming an alcoholic and pissing me off.
-I had an outdoor gas station lot brawl with a female junkie who I was helping get clean. We are still best friends.. Me and a friend were trying to subdue her as she was trying to throw herself in traffic and when we got to the gas station nearby.. she pulls a GUN out of her book bag. My friend snatched it from her.. wrapped it in duct tape (he brought it in case we needed to restrain her with it) and he GIVES the gun to random people in a car at the gas station...lol. and she punches him in the eye.. I bear hug her and she starts struggling like crazy.. yelling **** like "you like beating woman don't you!" as people are watching this at the gas station... I throw her away from me and we start circling each other like dogs... She tried coming at me more but I kept deflecting her. Cops arrived eventually and they wouldn't do anything... but they wouldn't let me touch her has she made her way toward the busy street... I screamed at those cops that they were letting her die. Eventually me and another friend found her and picked her up...
I must add that this girl has now been clean for almost 10 years to this day.
Ok, enough typing... I only did this because I'm ******* SICK.. with flu-like symptoms in the MIDDLE of SUMMER! so I'm just kinda in lala land right now at 6 in the morning....
I think I'm going to go find some NyQuil to swig and try to go back to sleep.
I was sick with the flu-like symptoms for a bit, acutally just got better. Tell me, do you have at some points extreme stomach pains? If so, expect it to last about 5 or 6 days. It sucks.
Kelvy, seems there is a bug going around the area. Jonwin had cough and gave it to me the day I got back home. Scatchy thoat and hacking cough is driving me nuts. Jonwin keeps ak=sking me if I've taken anything for it and my answer is "No!"
I'm a firm believer in letting my body fight cold and flu symptoms, unless they become so bad I can't sleep.
Most of the fights I got into as a kid wer with my sisters and brothers. Once in awhile the kids that would make fun of how I talk would jump me, but older kids tended to quickly stop them.
Then there was the day I had enough with all the girls in my gym class. It was back in the early 70's and most of us had just moved into a new neighborhood in Columbia MD, with some of the locals mixed in. I got to point that there was no way I was going to where the latest fashions that seem to be the think here in the hick ville school we were bus to. Granny dress were so yesterday, were I had lived before and I had a pair of sneakers I had wore all summer and didn't care that they had holes worn through the toes and sides.
so here I am when the whole gym class seems to decide that they should fight me because my Keds were worn out to point of almost being sandals. I just stood there and told them I didn't care what they thought and I could and would wear anything I wanted, so there. They all got silent standing there staring at me for a minute. Then one of the girls spoke up and said something about how impress she was in how I stood up and used words instead of fighting. From that day on none of the girls in the area try to start a fight with me. They would still make occasion fun of how I talked and ask me to do my Elmer Fudd impressions, but I had earn their respect also.
Because I have to be around some true wackos when I go into therapy, I am careful to back out of the way, when I think one of them is about to go ballistic. I did look like I was about to attack a girl in the van one day. I was just very upset at her insisting that I didn't love my daughter, if I was thinking of putting her in foster care. At the time I was nearly the end of my rope dealing with a 16 year old with no family that could take her in and knowing her father would just make the situation worst.
This girl had a lot of issues and no one wanted to have to put up with her on the van. She the one person I felt was going to regret pushing me too far someday and the van driver was looking forward to watching until he did his job and pull us apart. Lucky for her, she was moved into an different program and I don't have to deal with her stupidity. Rest of the folk that bug me, get the "oops, you got mother mad" voice and like small children suddenly shut up.
Actually when I mad at someone I will get in their face and yell so loud, that they will back off and I just decide to go cool off before I lose it.
I'm a firm believer in letting my body fight cold and flu symptoms, unless they become so bad I can't sleep.
Most of the fights I got into as a kid wer with my sisters and brothers. Once in awhile the kids that would make fun of how I talk would jump me, but older kids tended to quickly stop them.
Then there was the day I had enough with all the girls in my gym class. It was back in the early 70's and most of us had just moved into a new neighborhood in Columbia MD, with some of the locals mixed in. I got to point that there was no way I was going to where the latest fashions that seem to be the think here in the hick ville school we were bus to. Granny dress were so yesterday, were I had lived before and I had a pair of sneakers I had wore all summer and didn't care that they had holes worn through the toes and sides.
so here I am when the whole gym class seems to decide that they should fight me because my Keds were worn out to point of almost being sandals. I just stood there and told them I didn't care what they thought and I could and would wear anything I wanted, so there. They all got silent standing there staring at me for a minute. Then one of the girls spoke up and said something about how impress she was in how I stood up and used words instead of fighting. From that day on none of the girls in the area try to start a fight with me. They would still make occasion fun of how I talked and ask me to do my Elmer Fudd impressions, but I had earn their respect also.
Because I have to be around some true wackos when I go into therapy, I am careful to back out of the way, when I think one of them is about to go ballistic. I did look like I was about to attack a girl in the van one day. I was just very upset at her insisting that I didn't love my daughter, if I was thinking of putting her in foster care. At the time I was nearly the end of my rope dealing with a 16 year old with no family that could take her in and knowing her father would just make the situation worst.
This girl had a lot of issues and no one wanted to have to put up with her on the van. She the one person I felt was going to regret pushing me too far someday and the van driver was looking forward to watching until he did his job and pull us apart. Lucky for her, she was moved into an different program and I don't have to deal with her stupidity. Rest of the folk that bug me, get the "oops, you got mother mad" voice and like small children suddenly shut up.
Actually when I mad at someone I will get in their face and yell so loud, that they will back off and I just decide to go cool off before I lose it.
In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair! -ElneClare
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
I haven't been in a physical altercation since high school (save one poor breakup, but that hardly counts). I can honestly say that the few I have been in (somewhere between 3 and 5) were all involving/on behalf of my younger sister...who had a tendency to get in rough spots that I ended up...well, ending.
Nexa
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
I have the kind of bouncer build that makes most people back down whenever I look angry.
Of course, it attracts the dragon-slayer types like flies, those who think they can prove something by beating up the big guy.
All in all, I didn't get in too many fights, except a few at school where the resident bully would try his hand at giving me a hard time. The usual fight ends with me bear-hugging them, and only twice did I have to kick someone in the face for them to stop fighting.
My most memorable fight was in the army, during my military service.
I had meant to avoid trouble and just do my thing until the 3 months of basic training were up, and doing so meant ignoring the taunts and jabs of other draftees. One in particular couldn't miss an opportunity to insult, annoy, or belittle whatever I did.
I kept ignoring him, thinking that to answer back would only fuel him on, and really not being in the mood to be deprived of leave or sitting in the small prison cell for breaking any rules.
Until the last weekend, when we were preparing for our graduation parade, I was taking a nap on my bunk with my hands under my head and this idiot takes the ceremonial sword we were given and jabs me in the armpit, hard.
I snapped. Jumping out of the bunk bed, I let 3 months of anger go as I swatted the sword out of his hand, picked him up by the shirt and crotch, and threw him 5 meters into the opposing wall. I am not sure if he was conscious still or not (god knows I wasn't coherent), but I ran after his limp form on the ground and put one knee on his chest and started slapping his head from side to side screaming stuff like "what are you, stupid?" Three of the roommates then took me off him and sat me down to cool off.
All in all, he didn't so much as breathe around me for the next 2 days, and others in the room were amazed that I actually stood up for myself, asking me why the hell did I put up with his crap. Hell, if I'd known that beating someone unconscious would get me some relief, I'd have done it since day 1.
Of course, it attracts the dragon-slayer types like flies, those who think they can prove something by beating up the big guy.
All in all, I didn't get in too many fights, except a few at school where the resident bully would try his hand at giving me a hard time. The usual fight ends with me bear-hugging them, and only twice did I have to kick someone in the face for them to stop fighting.
My most memorable fight was in the army, during my military service.
I had meant to avoid trouble and just do my thing until the 3 months of basic training were up, and doing so meant ignoring the taunts and jabs of other draftees. One in particular couldn't miss an opportunity to insult, annoy, or belittle whatever I did.
I kept ignoring him, thinking that to answer back would only fuel him on, and really not being in the mood to be deprived of leave or sitting in the small prison cell for breaking any rules.
Until the last weekend, when we were preparing for our graduation parade, I was taking a nap on my bunk with my hands under my head and this idiot takes the ceremonial sword we were given and jabs me in the armpit, hard.
I snapped. Jumping out of the bunk bed, I let 3 months of anger go as I swatted the sword out of his hand, picked him up by the shirt and crotch, and threw him 5 meters into the opposing wall. I am not sure if he was conscious still or not (god knows I wasn't coherent), but I ran after his limp form on the ground and put one knee on his chest and started slapping his head from side to side screaming stuff like "what are you, stupid?" Three of the roommates then took me off him and sat me down to cool off.
All in all, he didn't so much as breathe around me for the next 2 days, and others in the room were amazed that I actually stood up for myself, asking me why the hell did I put up with his crap. Hell, if I'd known that beating someone unconscious would get me some relief, I'd have done it since day 1.
Meh, some how I had a reputation of being "tough" or some such crap. I'd never been in a fight in my life but someone somewhere started rumours that I could kick ***. Anyways, fast forward to my Junior year.
First "almost fight" this girl started **** the day of my best friend's funeral. I tried ignoring her but she said something about my friend and I blew my lid. I ripped off my fake nails as I was walking towards her (didnt want to break my hand), before I could get close she runs and locks herself in her boyfriends car. Kept screaming, "I'm pregnant! You can't hit me!". BTW ripping off fake nails HURTS!
First REAL fight, different chick keeps talking ****, I'd been trying to ignore her for several weeks. One day as I'm standing talking in the breeze way she walks by and calls me a *****. I reached out grabbed her by her pony tail and drag her to the parking lot. I proceed to throw her back and forth into cars by her hair. She ends up running off, tried to hide behind her boyfriend who just moved out of my way and asked me not to ding his truck.
Second fight would be when I beat the ever living **** out of my uncle. I was hosting my ex-husband's birthday party and my uncle shows up. He's a drunk and he was uninvited. He gets lit, I try to cut him off from the trashcan punch. He throws his cup of drink on me. I pin him between the car and the car door and start beating the tar out of him. I blacked his eye and bloodied his lip, it took 3 guys to pull me off of him.
First "almost fight" this girl started **** the day of my best friend's funeral. I tried ignoring her but she said something about my friend and I blew my lid. I ripped off my fake nails as I was walking towards her (didnt want to break my hand), before I could get close she runs and locks herself in her boyfriends car. Kept screaming, "I'm pregnant! You can't hit me!". BTW ripping off fake nails HURTS!
First REAL fight, different chick keeps talking ****, I'd been trying to ignore her for several weeks. One day as I'm standing talking in the breeze way she walks by and calls me a *****. I reached out grabbed her by her pony tail and drag her to the parking lot. I proceed to throw her back and forth into cars by her hair. She ends up running off, tried to hide behind her boyfriend who just moved out of my way and asked me not to ding his truck.
Second fight would be when I beat the ever living **** out of my uncle. I was hosting my ex-husband's birthday party and my uncle shows up. He's a drunk and he was uninvited. He gets lit, I try to cut him off from the trashcan punch. He throws his cup of drink on me. I pin him between the car and the car door and start beating the tar out of him. I blacked his eye and bloodied his lip, it took 3 guys to pull me off of him.
All this time I thought Demea was a chick, I dont know why, but dude that sucks.
Only one or two real fights. Once at school when some jerk decided to push me once too many. Scored an A on my religions test right after that fight, must have been good for something.
There's just one big fight, a couple of years ago. A bar I went to regularly had an annual habit of going to the Night of the Proms in Antwerp (coming from Bruges), so I decided to go too. We were two buses and stopped at a gas station along the way. At that same time, four buses with Antwerp footbal fans stopped too, quite happy as their team just became champions (second class). Antwerp and Bruges fans do not get along, at all, so a couple of our guys started to chant Bruges songs, the Antwerp fans did not like that. Even so, things cooled down and everyone went on their way, until one idiot on our side decided to sing some more. Then four buses of Antwerp fans started to rush us, some tried to light our buses on fire, using the diesel from the gas station seconds before the owners turned off everything, but luckily diesel doesn't burn easy. Things did cool down, after a while they got bored and left. Not many injuries actually, although some of the girls of our group did go to hospital to get treated for shock.
That's it really, quite boring I must admit.
There's just one big fight, a couple of years ago. A bar I went to regularly had an annual habit of going to the Night of the Proms in Antwerp (coming from Bruges), so I decided to go too. We were two buses and stopped at a gas station along the way. At that same time, four buses with Antwerp footbal fans stopped too, quite happy as their team just became champions (second class). Antwerp and Bruges fans do not get along, at all, so a couple of our guys started to chant Bruges songs, the Antwerp fans did not like that. Even so, things cooled down and everyone went on their way, until one idiot on our side decided to sing some more. Then four buses of Antwerp fans started to rush us, some tried to light our buses on fire, using the diesel from the gas station seconds before the owners turned off everything, but luckily diesel doesn't burn easy. Things did cool down, after a while they got bored and left. Not many injuries actually, although some of the girls of our group did go to hospital to get treated for shock.
That's it really, quite boring I must admit.
Demea wrote:
Also, I'm surprised that BT hasn't chimed in with a myriad of stories about drunken brawls.
BT is out there right now collecting a new drunken brawl to tell you about. Actually, since he won't be back home till next week, he's collecting several.
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