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Originally Posted by JASONSAUTO
I can see that. I'm pretty well known around here. I don't go looking for it but I dint back down either.
And I carry the same insurance, lol.
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I know what you mean, man.
I've been in a lot of fights. I don't condone them. In fact, I encourage anyone who has any plans of increasing their chances to have a successful career/life to NOT fight, but I've been in a lot of them.
However, it has been a long time since I've been in a scuffle...probably over 5 years, I think. I shudder thinking back about it because an assault charge seems just as damning as having a felony in the field I have worked in and intend to work in the future.
Pretty much every fight (excluding fights with my brothers or in the wrestling practice room) were in drinking situations. If someone comes off to me as disrespectful, I just have the most difficult time not running my mouth. 99 times out of 100, the confrontation ends at that point. People generally really, really hate being confronted...and I'm not afraid of confrontation at all. And I'm not afraid to be hit...I've boxed and wrestled for years, I'm used to taking some hits.
I don't really feel like I've ever been one to start fights, but I sure as hell have ended them...and honestly, have probably escalated them further than what they needed to be in the first place. Honestly, I'm a fun, happy drunk for the most part, but can be kind of a hot-head if certain buttons are pushed by certain people.
Another thing that has made me more vulnerable to fighting is the fact that I'm an extremely loyal friend. Almost to a fault. I've gotten in my share of scuffles due to defending my friends. This kind of began to suck (especially around college age) because some of my friends began feeling compelled to start shit with others when they were with me because they knew I'd always have their backs. It was frustrating because I don't WANT to go out and get into fights...it's a pain in the ass and can be physically exhausting. I'd rather just be kicked back and chilling.
I've lost one fight in my entire life. I totally got my ass kicked one time (yes, TimBone...this answers your question from yesterday regarding my avatar). And it wasn't fair. I got in an argument with this thug type dude over some drunken-drama and his friend charged at me and grabbed my neck and my immediate response was to lateral drop him...so that's what I did. When I had him on the ground, I punched him twice. We were separated.
Immediately after this happened, I had a few people come up to me and say shit like, "dude rico, you better leave, I don't think you know who you just messed with, seriously, leave for your own safety man. He carries guns and shit, man." At the time, I was about 16 beers deep, 50 foot tall and nuke bomb proof and my dumb ass responded to them with, "ah, **** that! That dude seemed like a ****ing pussy. He'll need a bazooka to stop me!!! (derp...derp)"
Needless to say, 15 minutes or so later, this guy jumped me from behind with brass knuckles. I was hit twice in the back of the head and was knocked out when I turned around and took a shot to my jaw. This guy continued to beat me with brass while I was laying on the ground and his thug buddy ran over and began kicking me. I was knocked out for about 10 minutes. When I came to, there was this girl who I had been kind of talking to earlier who was holding my hand and hugging me. I was confused. My initial thought was, "what the hell? I didn't realize I was THIS drunk...I don't remember working my mack with this chick. When did this happen?" She kept saying shit like, "you're gonna be ok, sweetie." I'd nod back to her and say, "yeah, I'm pretty damn good, baby."
It wasn't until I grazed my upper lip with my tongue that things started coming back to me/piecing together. My lip was HUGE. The cloudy memory of feeling two thuds in the back of my head hit me like a ton of bricks and I was pissed. I began screaming and yelling, calling the dude out and was shaking with rage...in a frenzy, similar to the Ultimate freaking Warrior. One of my friends said he saw the guy put the brass back on, so he became afraid that I was going to get killed, so he and a couple other of my friends dragged me to his van to transport me to the hospital.
While I was sitting down in the van, those two cock-goblins jumped me AGAIN and slammed the door on my face. That didn't knock me out though. I remember looking back at them right before leaving and asking, "who the hell are you?" The guys were just like, "come on, mother****er! Bring it!" And we took off. It was at this point where my eye started bleeding profusely. Very weird feeling.
I ended up with a broken nose, broken cheek bone and they had to glue my eye-lid back together. Not cool.
Ironically, the next time I saw the primary culprit, was at a family reunion. I have a great-grandmother who had 16 children..14 of them girls who married into different last names. I have no idea who many of my cousins are. For this reason, every girl I've ever dated or fooled around with has had to pass my "who are your grandparents" test prior to proceeding with things. Anyways, this guy was freaking there. Turns out, our grandmothers are sisters. We are on good terms now. He told me he was all geeked out on meth the night he did that.
This is a pic of the damage:
Now I have wife and children and a more clear sense of reality in terms of the negative impact that fighting can have on your future in terms of career aspirations and safety. It's just not worth it and needs to be avoided if possible. There are times where I really bite my tongue these days, but that's really my only option if I want to adequately provide for my family in the near and distant future. If I were to get in a fight now, it would be due to being provoked heavily...like defending my family or self-defense...shit like that.