Craziest fight u been in?

my wife beat me up....ripped my shirt off and shit.

i got a bunch of scratch marks from my wife... on my arms and shit... we were playin around like we usually play fight but it looks like i got cut with a knife or some shit. Fucking lee press on can kiss my pale ass.

My brother in law and I got in a shoving match over him smoking pot in my granny's house...it was like being on Jerry Springer. He was in a wife-beater with a joint shoved behind his fucking ear, looking like link-hotten white trash, and me all swelled-up from having a baby a few weeks before. He was shoving and I was shoving back -- him saying he'd kill me and me telling him just try it bubba, I'll go postpartum on your skinny little ass...my ex-husband and other brother in law had to pull us apart.

bwahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

never lost a fight. head butts end fights pretty quick.

Craziest fight I've ever been in....

I was in Junior High...lol..I know I"m reaching far back.

There was this kid that was always starting shit with me...one time I punched him so hard in the side of his head blood was coming out of his ear.

But this one fight...we were both at the neighborhood park.

To go home you had to go by this small lake with a trail through the woods.

He saw me walking about 100 yards behind him and he stopped with his buddies and was digging around on the ground.

I didn't know what was up but when I caught up with him he started his usual shit.

We went to pushing each other back and forth and of course we went to the ground.

Next thing I know he's got this rock and he's pounding me in the head with it.

This just pissed the fuck out of me so I grabbed his hand and like they do in the movies I slammed it against other rocks until he screamed "I'll drop it," and let it go.

That's when I layed into him...I kicked the living shit out of him that day. When it was all over with his buddies were just staring in awe while he laid on the ground just a fucking mess.

As I started to get up and get off of him I did a knee drop right squire in his newts...He grabbed his package and as I walked away just lied there rolling over and over and moaning.

three guys jumped me in the hallway of a hotel and proceeded to pummel me....

as I was on the floor beneath the three of them, I wrapped my meat hooks around the throat of the biggest of the three, choked the fuck out of him, and took a nice big bite out of his face and spit it against the wall.


while he was rolling around screaming in agony and disbelief, his pals hauled ass. I got up and kicked that fat fuck in the ribs about 14 times and went and got another beer.

hey... self defense man.

Once I was out walking my dog and all of a sudden this big fuck off pitbull comes charging out of nowhere and jumps on my dog. It was seriously going for the throat so I thought "shit, better do something quick!" I gave it an almighty kick and it flew off about 8 feet (it was a big fucker), but as soon as it hit the ground it was straight back up like it didn't even feel it, ignored me and jumped back on my dog.

I didn't think kicking it again was such a good idea, but luckily it had a thick leather collar on so I grabbed it by the collar behind its neck and started twisting. It started to try and snap at me but it couldn't get at my hand (since it was behind its head), and I just kept on twisting tighter and tighter. I was quite enraged by the whole deal so I kind of picked it up with my other arm (still choking it) and started smashing it's head against the concrete lamp post that we were next to.

After a few good whacks and a fair bit of choking it went limp - I knew that if I let got while it was still conscious it would have eaten me alive. So I put it down, and about 5 seconds later it wakes up, staggers to its feet and starts looking at me dopily (but not aggressively any more), so I give it a pat (gingerly) and tell it it's a good boy, and it just stands there swaying.

Just then this white painters van pulls up, the driver whistles to the dog, it runs to the van, does a standing jump into the passenger seat (and you know how high a van window is!), and the guy drives off.

Way freakier than any of the people I've ever had a fight with because I know it would have killed me horribly if it had had the chance!

Another crazy fight...forgot about this one.

I was in High School...and this chick I knew since Junior High had a brother who was a senior.

He was 18 and didn't want any shit getting arrested for kicking a freshman's ass so he would always ask me to do it.

Anyway schools out and we see the kid at a neighborhood park so we all get out and Wayne is like..."kick his ass."

So I walk up to the kid...hell I didn't even know him...one body shot and I swear to God this kid turns into this cyclone fence...and like something out of the movies he grabs the fence with both hands pushes his face deep into the metal *shit a camera on the other side would have been so fucking sweet* anyway he pushes his face deep into the fence and let's out this scream...LOL.
I swear just like something in the movies...I just turned and looked at Wayne and we were all just so fucking surprised at how it was turning out we didn't know what to do...we just left.

The funniest fight I had ever witnessed...okay here goes.

One of my best friends in High School..Kevin..was all into martial arts.

We go to the park to play basketball and there's these vietnamese kids Kevin was always fucking with at school playing.

So kevin starts in doing the martial arts movie lip synch gone bad thing...and they are like...
"kevin we don't want no shit today...you stop now kevin."

So kevin digs in deeper...and one of the funniest lines I have heard EVER....."who do you guys think you are ...the Shaolin Globetrotters." *nice Kung Fu t.v. show reference *

So they go off and we play some ball and it's time to leave...kevin's in the back seat of my car screaming at them out the windows..."Pom you're dead Pom."

I stop the car and I tell my brother to let him out...Kevin crawls out of the back seat and I swear to God takes on all 3 of these guys.

Kevin the whole time using his martial arts and making jokes...but making sure to make it look like the movies..it was so fucking surreal.

He actuall did the scene where a guy comes up behind him and he elbows the guy in the stomach fist in the balls and then when he's leaning over in pain flips him onto the ground and fucking finishes hiim off with a punch to the chest.

As he's walking off he pretends to do the little heel kick down on the stomach with a twist...funniest fucking thing I had ever witnessed.

meat hooks.... damn.


Ok Im gonna spit this and get my Zzzzzzz's


I was in 8th grade and it was lunch time at school... one of my best friends was throwing french fries at everyone and we was all laughin. But then one of the lunch 'aides' ( babysitter/hall monitor/ types employed by the school) had blamed me for throwin fries when I fucking didnt. I got seriously pissed, especially since my friend and all my other friends convienently left as I was picking up fries off the floor like the dumb bitch lunch aide told me too. So when I was done and caught up with my friends outside, they could see in my eyes I was PISSSSSSSSSSSSSED. So I just went up to my friend and started throwin my fists around. Everyone was screaming 'ooooh fight' but I was saying 'nahhh we jus boxing'... meaning we was just playing around joking (when in facft my brain thought otherwise) since this is one of the kids that had came to my crib on other occasions with my other friends and we would all have boxing matches with these boxing gloves I had. So I tried to play it off as if we was jus boxing... but in fact I was just mad pissed and throwing wild punches. Totally unlike how I was when me and the same kid would box in my basement and I would beat his ass.

Damn thats a paragraph... so lemme shorten this junk//// He got more punches in then I did = I got my ass beat in front of the whole school. I mean, I wouldnt say I got my ass 'beat' in the sense of hurt, but since he got mad more punches in, it looked like I got my ass beat to everyone else, so technically I did. He told me later that the punches he took of mine were hard as hell, yet I dont recall feelin his, but that didnt matter. All the peeps that saw the fight said I got my ass beat. Thats what happens sometimes when you let your anger get the best of you.

Anyway... I must say, before that fight I was the bully type in school but after that I totally bitched up, and had other fucks pickin on me when they usually wouldnt. Go figure!

I've never ben in a fight....I would probably get my ass kicked

I was kind of stupid and always getting into trouble when I was younger.

Being short I guess I had a chip on my shoulder and always had to prove myself.

There was another time I was sitting in class and this older guy a senior * I was a freshman* who was sitting across from me was fucking with me.

He was threatening me and talking shit and quite honestly I was expecting something to happen at anytime.

So I sized up the situation quickly..he was much bigger than I was so I figured I'd have to hit quick and get a shot in before I got my ass kicked.

So with my ball point pen in my hand I stabbed him in the thigh with my bic...LOL.

He screamed bloody murder and then punched me square in the chest and sent me flying across the floor.

The teacher's broke it up before anything else happened...one thing tho'...he never squealed on me about the ball point pen

Gotta give him credit for that.

For those who have met me, they'll testify I'm a short fat fuck.

But one thing I will say in my defense....You may kick my ass but you're going to get hurt in the process.

I was walking home from the bars one night in college with 2 girls. I was trying to be the nice guy and get these 2 girls from my philisophy class home safe and sound.

On my way home i got jumped by 3 frat boys. They said i had said shome shit to them at a bar, but the bar they said i talked shit at wasn't even the bar I was in.

Anyway one of them was really drunk, and grabed my shirt. I am like 6'7 so i pushed the guy away and held him at bay so he couldn't hit me. This guy took a swing and missed badly. I kicked him in the face with my steel toe shoes, and broke his nose and cheek. At that point the other two guys got a hold of me, and beat the shit out of me. I got home and told me roomie that i had just gotten in fight but he didn't believe me. That is, he didn't belive me until i turned on the lights and he saw my bloody face, and bruised ribs.


NAz

The question is who are you eros? a fight club founder or something?

NO...lol..just a short guy with an attitude.

I have only been in 4 fights in my adult life...not proud to admit but one was with my father, I knocked him out after he grabbed me and started to shove me around *of course this was after many years of physical abuse*

Another was with my stepdad who was driving my mother insane...we went round and round and he went for a gun in his car but I was quicker with my .44 with hollow points...no one got hurt other than his pride...my gun probably saved my life that night.

One with my brother-in-law who was just such an asshole and quite honestly still is..*my nieces have lived with me on and off for 10 years now because of his shennanigans*
Anyway he grabbed my shirt and I grabbed his wrists dropped and rolled back while putting my foot in his chest and sent him flying to the bushes...it was all over after that.

The last was with my younger brother who threatned to call the police on me because I asked for the money I loaned him...I told him if he was going to call the police I was going to give them a good reason to come...I put him out of his room and into the hallway with one shot...got a simple assault ticket only thing I have on my record.

I'm a lot less violent now...seriously. Alot of that stemmed from the physical, emotional and verbal abuse I took from my father for many years.

I spent many years putting fists, feet through walls, windows and people's heads...not anymore.

I've grown up, and know now that bad shit happens in fights, sometimes people die.

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Rule number 1


Never talk about fight club!!!!!

Rule number 2


Never talk about fight club

At a club in LA. A drunk mother fucker went to pop another guy that was standing next to me in the face. That guy ducked and the fist hit me right in the face and knocked me back off my feet.

I didn't know what the fuck happened, but I looked up and saw the cocksucker laughing that he had unintentionally hit the wrong guy. I was friends with the owner of the club and all the bouncers and they were on this guy in a few seconds. I ran out to my car and got my stun gun figuring ok I'm gonna have some serious payback for this dude.

The guy was struggling, kicking and spitting and they had him down on the floor and I started zapping him with the stun gun. Man that was fun as shit. I just pushed it as hard as I could to fuck him up good. He was screaming like a little bitch and I just kept zapping him like in that trunk scene with Joe Pesci in Goodfellows.

Then when they had him off the ground and each bouncer had a leg and an arm he bite one of the bouncers hands and they sent him airborne in the parking lot and he went out cold.

Actually on the fourth me and my friends got into a fight at a party we were at, drunk dude got pissed and just went nuts on a friend and then everyone starting hitting everyone. I'd say a good 30-40 people were in it, then the essay guy that started the whole thing pulled out a knife and tried to shank a few people. Pretty crazy night but I had fun.

I caught these two kids smoking pot in front of my house. Im against drugs and decided to teach them a lesson they would never forget.

I snuck up behind them, and punt kicked one kid as hard as I could right between his legs. I nailed him square in the nuts.

The second kid was so terrified, he dropped his pipe and ran off.

I think these two learned a lesson, and might think twice the next time they feel like smoking drugs.

The only other real physical confrontation I was in wasn't much of a confrontation...my (now ex) husband was a real dick, liked to pretend he was having seizures and shit, mostly to get sympathy from people or to get out of doing something. The docs at our local ER got to the point where they would throw him out if he came in and tried to run his shit on them.

Anyway, one day when my daughter was about a year old, my ex decided he HAD to have the van cleaned out -- he worked as, get this, a clown for kids' parties, and he was doing a party the next day with another guy who wore a fuckin Barney costume, so he needed the back of the van cleaned out so the Barney costume would fit.

We started working on it, hauling out his nasty-ass piles of fast food wrappers and drink cups, and he goes into his schtick about how he feels faint and dizzy and he can't see anymore. He laid down in my grandmother's room, and started in with, "Oh, I'm dying, I know this is it..." -- a pause while he fakes another drooling, shaking fit -- "...bring me my daughter, I want to hold her before I die..."

I LOST it right then. I was tired, hadn't slept a full night in weeks, and I'd just sweated my ass off out in the sun cleaning out his van while the motherfucker laid there and pretended he was dying. I decided to let him know what dying really felt like.

Picture this -- I'm 5'5", chubby, and he's rail-thin and over 6 foot. I fucking picked him up off the bed by his shirt, held him OFF HIS FEET and started screaming at him: "You motherfucker -- you gonna die? Go ahead! Die! I want to see you choke on your own fuckin vomit while you spaz out, right here! DO IT! Die, cause I'm sick of you sayin you're gonna die and never going through with it, I'm sick of this shit, I'm sick of you, and I swear to motherfucking GOD if you ever pull this crap on me again so help me I will pull your guts out of your asshole and give you a fucking intestine bowtie! Either stand up and be a goddamn man or go ahead and DIE!"

And with that, I dropped him back on the bed from whence I'd picked him up. To this day, I don't know how I did that, picking him up, but I guess it was pure fury. He never played his little "I'm dying" game again...and he left me about three weeks later. I think he was scared I was going to kill him in his sleep...

Red hair, red beard, kneeing people in the nuts. You <B>must</B> be Irish.

SpaceAce

Sounds like you were lucky to get rid of the prick - sound like a right punk

too many to count but heres one that was kinda funny;

2 guys and their crew about to fight... my lil bro, and my crew walking past.... my roidfreak lil bro wants to fight so what do you think he does? chooses someones side so her can get in on a fight... no, he goes over and punches both of the guys whom he doesnt know in the face so we all end up fighting to crews with just us.... we win, not without getting a few black eyes and getting some expesive shirts ripped, the best part was nobody knew who was on whos side so everyone was getting popped... i popped my friend in the chin and he always fucks with me now before we get into a scrap about 'k-man get the fuck away from me'... i guess thats more of a good fite story for my bro and not me...

Or they might come back and shoot you. Either or.

I have a lot. Most of them were my mom's roommate when I was 16. He was 27 (Speed Addict). Those are the worse fights to be in! If ya know what I mean!

Dude, this guy seriously fucked me up one time! Fucking socked me in the face about 15 times, grab my ear (left about 10-15 scars from his fingernail's), bout chocking me with my shirt by grabbing the back of my colar on my shirt Man, I could do shit, I was a defense boy I swear to god if i found my baseball bat i would just beat the shit outta of him til he didn't move anymore, now that i'm older, i told my mom that if i ever ran into him and he took the first swing, one of use wasn't getting off the ground and i hope it wasn't me.

I disowned my mother for 3 yrs until shit moved out of the house we were living in, i forced her to sign documents to give graudianship to my cousin's and moved out when i was 16. She had this huge crush on the guy that why's she always took his word on anything, and there is shit nobody knows that happened and i had a huge mental breakdown about a 1 ago and called my sister and she was the first to know.

Now i'm better and I"m just waiting to bump into him and beat the shit outta of him. After you've been in a fight with a speed, meth, coke addict, you're not afraid of anybody!

FUCKER!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

jDoG

I sometimes wake up in the morning covered in blood after a moist night at the town. Usually the blood is from my knuckles and nose, I don't remember fighting ever. I'm very peaceful, I think.

way too many too count..and I'm a girl..

some of my faves are..

I stabbed hubby and busted up his face real good one night in a drunken fight ..motherfucker never threatens my computer anymore and stays within arms reach of me when we fight...it was a knockdown fight all over the house that lasted for what seemed like hours...christmas eve has this effect on me for some reason..

I split a guys head open by smashing a beer bottle into his face while holding the back of his head with the other hand...got some good grindage in there....stupid shit called me a c-u-n-t and said he didnt have to pay for a lapdance...after trying to shove "rush" in my face the whole time.....after i hit him..he knocked me out and as I hit the floor two innocent bystanders seen him hit me and pummeled the shit out of the dude..it was great. He called the cops as they were sticthing his face back up in the ambulance outside the bar...the cop said he wanted to press charges..so i sent the cops out to search the dudes pockets for drugs (which he had) and asked him if the guy really wanted to go to court and tell his wife that he got his ass kicked by a titty dancer..dude declined and went home with a lie to the wifey.... bet the asshole will pay for his dances from now on

chirst i have a book full of fighting stories....too many years spent in bars

My favorite as opposed to the craziest. I wont detail the craziest. My favorite was in college, there was this Eskimo kid that would get hammered and always pick fights. The old saying about indians and booze is true, those fuckers cant handle it at all. They go apeshit. And as I was at the University of Alaska (true story I swear) we had ALOT of Aleuts, Inupiats, Tlingits, for all intents and purposes all varying degress of snow Mexicans. Every weekend all these Eskimos would get obliterated as their villages were always dry villages, meaning no booze allowed. You ever seen a dorm full of drunk indians? It is a sight to behold let me tell you. Anyhow, there is this one particular big Eskimo kid, wrestler, loved to pick fights. So there we are one night in front of the dorms, his drunk ass and about 20 other people he is looking to fight. And its not that he couldnt fight when drunk, he relished in it. He had this maniacal laugh that if you heard it you would never forget it. I saw him take plenty of people to the ground and jut maul them. That night ended up being my turn to fight the maniac. We were friends actually, drank with him all the time, I guess it was just one of those days. There was no way in hell I was going to let this guy get me on the ground and tie me up and beat me in front of a crowd of people. The thing is, he was usually pretty calm when he was about to attack someone, he would just smile and laugh his maniacal shit and then next thing you know someone just got their ass kicked. So I figured I was going to get him good and pissed first. So of course I start in with racial slurs, snow mexican, fucking halfbreed blah blah blah. Next thing I know he lets out this yell like he is running into battle, it was surreal. From about 6 ft away he comes charging at me. Again, no way I was going to the ground. Just off the top of my head I decide to go for a shot to the nuts, usually a pretty good fight ender. I dont mind fighting, its the getting punched in the face part I am not so fond of. So he runs at me and just like it was destined by god, I landed a perfectly timed kick to the eskimo sack. I followed it immediately with a right to the side of his head and off he goes staggering to my left. Like a dumbfuck I hesitated and he comes right back at me and pins me to a wall with his head square in my chest. Good for me. So there his dumb ass is trying to take me to the ground, head in my chest, and I start delivering delivering rights under and up into his face while holding his head there with my left hand. 4 or 5 shots later he hits his knees and thats where it gets good. I grab him by his hair and force his face into the pavement. Knee on his neck I start drilling the side of his face like a damn punching bag. Out cold.

One knocked out snow beaner and not a scratch on me. It was a glorious day.

The next day he had two black eyes and a swollen sack. We were still friends afterwards.

Heh, i've actually never lost a fight. Whenever there is a person who i reckon could kick my ass, i don't back down, but they usually do. So if they grew a pair, they very well might be able to kick my ass, but we'll never know.

When I was 11, my mom back handed me when I said "shit" after dropping a gallon of milk, Her ring stuck in the soft skin under my eye.

snow mexicans i will remember that when I am in Alaska next time

Must have had your vocabulary and grammar knocked out of ya?

Do you have a name of this man? And what City + State?

Long story... I caught a cobbelstone the face a'la Reginald Denny.

End result-

10 days in the hospital in Kornwestheim with a depressed skull fracture, broken nose, jaw, cheekbone, fingers, ribs
and almost lost an ear.

But I got better

Make some friends in the garbage buisness.. its worth 5k or whatever they charge

as much as possible, i stay away from any fights.

Me and My Ex when she pulled a knife on me in a drug induced rage. She started throwing shit all over the kitchen and just flipping out totally ( later I found her pills).

As I tell her to chill out and tried to grab her to just stop her from wrecking the place she manages to get one of them bis ass carving knives and comes RIGHT at my chest.

I sidestep her, the knife goes all the way into the wall....at that momment, I knew that she wasnt fucking around and would plunge this into me.

As she turned around, She pulled it out the wall and looked at me with the devil in her eyes. She started to move and I drilled her straight in the face with a mean punch and laid her ass out on the floor cold. It was like a in the movies...fucking insane and the most terrifying experience.

Got my shit and bounced that night to a friends. Came back the next day packed up my shit, told her later. By the end of the week we had the house listed, Thank god it sold in 28 days.

That bitch had MAJOR problems way beyond the scope that someone that isnt a professional couldnt help.

LOL...actually my hair and beard is more blonde but my mix is...Scottish, English, French and German.

I'm a genuine 100% American Mutt.



Now to tell my ass kicking story

There was this real smart ass in class, a true mama's boy that just fucking got under my skin.

So we decided to square off after class.

We go off campus and a bunch of friends follow to watch.

It's go time, I swing catch him a glancing blow to the side of his head and I immediately learn this guy is skilled in the art of boxing.

*pop* first shot and next thing I know I've got this HUGE fucking bump come up on my temple.

*pop* second shot and one across the chin and I'm down...lol.

Yep I got my ass kicked by the "mama's boy."

Another one of my favorite fights I had seen was between the two Jimmy's.

James Horner and Jimmy Masters who we all affectionately called Masturbator.

Jimmy Masters was huge guy a total asshole starting shit all the time.

James Horner was a skinny little guy that played in band.

But this was one of those fights where the supposed tough guy was afraid to throw the first punch...so Masters says..."you swing first."

Horner without thinking twice says.."ok," and smack right dab in the middle of Horner's nose.

Blood spews everywhere...LOL...and that's it Master's quits.

That's one thing I learned early...that usually if you can make someone see their own blood they'll give.

I wouldnt put it past a bunch of dope smoking punks to come back with a gun. Ill be prepared.

If you're going to smoke drugs on my property... be prepared for punishment. I dont take kindly to law brakers.

My freshmen year in college my buddy and I went to this bar to meet a couple of babes we had hooked up with the night before.
This bar turned out to be very popular with the frat boys on campus and one of the girls used to date one of these guys who happened to be there. He started talking alot of shit and decided to take a swing at me as I was heading for the bathroom!
I grabbed him in a head lock and I hit him in the face about 30 times until I was sure I broke his nose! Then I let him go and gave a sharp kick to his knee cap, causing him to fall to the ground. I kicked him a few times in the ribs with my steel toe boots! I then picked him up and threw him through the the front window of the bar! That's when the cops showed up and I was arrested.

wow

I got attacked by twins once...

I used to play a lot of hockey a few years ago, and some of these people didn't like the fact that I would play the game the way it's supposed to be played... they thought I was a dirty player (no penalties though, just the regular hockey stuff).

Anyways, im leaving the rink one day and these twins come up to me with their sticks and say "you wanna play dirty huh mother fucker?" and proceed to start hitting me with their sticks.

I protected my head and ran directly at one of them, grabbed him by the neck of his jersey and since his hands were still on the stick, just gave him the haymaker from hell... the only 1 shot KO I've ever done, and probably will ever do again

His brother looks at me with one of those shock looks, and hesitates, but I'm pissed off so I lunge at him too... he tried to fend me off with the stick, but I grabbed it too and pushed him against the outside of the plexiglass rink... I was going to headbutt him... but by that time people had run over and pulled us apart.

I ended up with a cracked rib, a cut under my left eye, and some really bad bruises on my arms... the first twin had a cracked orbital bone (eye socket) and the second twin got lucky and had nothing.

This happened when I was 16, so no one went to jail and no charges were filed. Thats the worst I've been hurt from fighting though, I started training martial arts when I was 17 and now the worst I usually get from a scrap is bruises on the back or side of my head.

Absolutely. I may have some book-learnin', but get me pissed off and I revert back to my East Texas upbringing, with an accent thick as molasses.

Funniest fight I ever saw was at Shea stadium, opening day of 85 season, Dwight Gooden on the mound, pitching - pretty sure against the Cards. Took my lab partner Tim from tech school with me, since he was 21 and could buy beer. Anyway, maybe around the 4th inning, Gooden is pitching, and a big buzz is going thru the crowd. A brawl had broken out in the left field corner upper deck. There was like 3 or 4 decent fights going on, and no security anywhere to be seen. Two guys were brawling right in front of the tunnel out from the seats to the hall/stairs, when this skinny liitle fucker waddles down the stairs, with the biggest beer they sell at Shea in his left hand. He leans over the railing, and with one looping hooking right, knocks one dude on his ass - out cold. He does his little popeye walk over to two other guys, and lays out another motherfucker with one haymaker. Shea Stadium is going fucking nuts by now! Doc Gooden was standing with his back to homeplate, and everyone was watching little Popey beat some ass. He laid out 3-4 four guys, each with one punch, and then goes and sits his little ass down to watch the game and drink his beer.

The next day, me and Tim are in the cafeteria, telling some of the guys about this funny fight we saw at Shea, when this guy from another class walks up to us. He's sporting a wicked shiner, and his eye is swollen shut. Turns out he was at the game, and he was one of the dudes who got laid out by Popeye. He said he'd never been hit so hard in his life, and he didn't even know what the fuck had happened to him.

box cutters, bats and about 20 people. It was pretty bad and I still have some scars but part of growing up.... I guess?






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