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Originally Posted by InChiefsHeaven
I don't know one person who has ever even really been in a bar fight, let alone lost an eye. I must not hang out with the type.
I mean, at our 10 year HS reunion, a guy started some shit in the bathrooms (heh...see what I did there?)...I remember him being a douche bag in HS and apparently he had not changed at all. There were words, and my buddy who was from out of town and came in for the reunion was inclined to want to get a little more radical about it, but I just patted him on the back and said dude, it's time to go.
No need for fighting, unless you are being attacked. But, if you are in your 20's or 30's, I guess you still think you have something to prove.
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I don't know man. If you grew up in the middle of nowhere in the midwest in the 70s/80s/90s, I'm not sure how it's even possible unless you had 3 friends and lived a sheltered life.
I guess some of us interacted with interesting people who visited interesting places at interesting times of our lives, and some didn't. It just naturally lead to entertaining experiences. Before a lot of the towns died off and dried out, you could eat a beer bottle at many of the hole in the wall dive bars just for walking in the place. Hell, we used to have to drive 40 miles just to get the good weed the mexican kid's parents were smuggling in. Just hanging around them was good for a knife fight or two. Not speaking the language made it feel like you was watching Telemundo on crack. Even the most sheltered nerdiest mother****er I've ever known got in a fight, and got our whole group thrown out of a strip club, in Columbia just for offering to buy a girl a beer. Nearly every time some of the boys came home from the sandbox there was always some drunk wanting to pick a fight with "rambo" and you don't exactly get out of those deals without their PTSD going off.
Sometimes life just happens.