In west Philadelphia, born and raised. On the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all, shooting some b-ball outside of the school... when a couple of guys, they were up to no good. Started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air ".
In 9th grade was last real one. In college I got jumped at UH playing basketball, so I don't really consider that a fight. It was more getting punked.
Don't forget this is Europe, cops practically drink alcohol with you on the side of the streets Oh, and I see what you did there;
i've been in 4 fights in my life. got beat up twice. the last one i was probably 19 years old against my next door neighbor. i got in one good punch but he did slam me on the ground pretty good. his dad made us shake hands and apoligize to each other. we've been friends ever since. i almost threw down with my sister's baby daddy a few years ago though. the neighbors separated us before it escalated.
I Begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it.
College. Two dudes drove by and shouted crude things at my girl. I flipped them off and told them to get a life. They turned around and jumped out of the car with a baseball bat. I asked him why with two against one he needed a bat, and how he felt about going to jail, and he put it away. Then the other dude wanted to talk about it. I brushed him off, told him again to get a life, and while he was trying to provoke me, I asked what he would do if I'd yelled at his girl. He said "I don't have one." I said 'that figures,' he came at me, I clocked him once and pushed him back against his car, other dude hits me like a tackling dummy from the side and knocks me down. While he's over me trying to land a punch, some people came up on us asking what was going on, and they jumped up and ran off with a "WAHHOOOO" Good times.
Not too long ago I was supervising my Mcdonalds when this tall nerdy Bill gates and a short buff dude with piercing and tatts started yelling at each other. The buff dude seemed to be accusing nerdy Gates of being too rich, meanwhile, rich nerdy Gates was accusing him of cutting in line. They were on the brink of destruction when this other fella, tall dude, taller than the nerdy Gates, got in between them two and broke up the fight. It seemed, however, that those two actually wanted to beat up the taller dude who couldn't mind his own business. Just then, I noticed another fella, who was driving a corvette, who looked like he could take all 3 of them. The comical thing is that me behind the counter thought I could take on all four of them but instead I drove off on my FERRARI. It looks like this...
My friends and I robbed a bodega, and then Tupac and I got into an argument and he we fought. So he shot me.
Had a road rage incident a few weeks back. We got out and yelled at each other. No punches were thrown. I was so embarrassed once the anger wore off.
Why is everybody telling the damn story wrong??? So the other day i'm about about to go stand in line at this fast food joint and my little daughter excitedly runs ahead and accidentally bumps into this guy who I could have sworn was Bill Gates. Anyway, I grab my daughter and apologize but this guy wants to try and act tough and stare me down. I then look at him and I'm trying not to laugh because he has this huge piece of spinach between his teeth. I guess he thought I was trying to stare him down because he began to look more and more irritated. I heard him whisper to his daughter something about me being a thug with a bunch of tattoos and piercing or whatever. I have one freaking tattoo and my left ear pierced! What the hell? Anyway as I'm leaving there's a roach near the guys chair and I go to step on it and accidentally graze his chair. He freaks out and stares even harder. He then says something like, "that's ok act all tough, I'll write this to my friends on Clutchfans" I'm like ok???? Geez get a life man.
To tell a serious story that's pretty cool... I was at Emo's and this huge fight broke out inside the bar, and it moved outside it exploded into a street brawl, and all the bouncers plus about 10-15 cops showed up. These two guys mistakenly thought I had fought one of their friends and they went after me full on. I was swinging away, and didn't get a scratch. I was ducking and sliding at all the right times, and generally felt like a god. So about an hour or so later, I'm leaving with a couple of ladies about 3-4 AM -- we're walking to a hipsters house on the east side so we're not in a great neighborhood. I'm feeling pretty good about things, and these three stringy druggie looking guys are coming coming up on the sidewalk to my right. I step in front of the ladies and that tunnel perspective you get when your in a fight (or flight) mode set in. I just gave them a sort of nod as we passed each other and wasn't even thinking about another fight when WHAM! Something hits the back of my head. For a second I can't figure out what's happened I thought they threw a rock or something at me then I get clouted in the side of the head. So I turn around and these 3 guys have spread out, and are telling me they want my phone (iPhone). In one of those moments inspired by machismo, I tell them to forget it, and get ready to rumble. As I said these guys were stringy, and I was in great shape and used to fighting ( boxing, karate, MMA, etc.), so I'm doing well holding my own for a while, but soon it becomes clear that I can't keep it up; for every shot I'm sending out, 3 are coming back, and I'm getting tired and i'm trying to keep these fools away from the girls at the same time. These guys are also on meth or something, cause they're not really feeling some extremely hard shots -- one dude's nose is clearly broken. I kick one in the side of the knee and put him down (ACL torn I think), and grab another by the throat and throw him down and start pummeling him on the ground, but as this takes me down on top of him, I'm now being kicked repeatedly by the 3rd guy, and the 2nd guy is limping over to get involved. My left hand is on the guy on the ground's throat, and my right is punching him, so I'm not really warding anything off anymore. Just as i realize that my energy is just about up, and soon I'm gonna be on the ground curled up in a ball getting stomped, these cops pull up and jump out and the two guys on top run/limp away. I'm having a hard time breathing, so I let the guy on the ground up, and he screams he's gonna sue me (WTF !??!!) and takes off too, with the cops yelling at him. This one cop offers me and the ladies a free ride home, and on the way he's telling me how well I was doing 3-1. I joke with him i'm about to be doing really well 2 on 1 and he gives me a high five. To this day I think that, considering the state of these guys, and the damage I'd done, and the fact that I am sure my energy was just about completely up, if those cops hadn't shown up when they did, I would have been seriously hurt, and quite likely killed. I'm not a macho guy at rest, but in moments of action I somehow revert, and that hasn't changed all that much, unfortunately, since then, but it's made the post action realization/fear a lot more profound. It happened to me on a night I felt invulnerable, when I was in great shape and could take care of myself. It can happen anytime, and I know now i'm not one to be ****ed with.
^ I forgot to add that I will challenge anyone in this forum to a fight -- the only rules -- no pinching.
