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Back in 1990, a few buddies of mine from high school and college met up in Little Rock, AR and went to a few bars with some female friends of ours. We were all sophomores in college and none of the girls were our dates, just a bunch of friends hanging out.
Anyway, we found ourselves at this nice (sarcasm) country bar called the Wrangler. Well, me and my buddies were all drinking beer and having a great time. The girls were being typical college girls (all nice looking) and having no issues accepting free drinks from the cowboys (ie- rednecks) at the bar.
Well, close to 1am, it was time to go. So, we're heading out and the rednecks are obviously wanting to take the girls, whom they'd spent cash on the previous few hours, home for the night. The girls were having none of that and were now clinging to us.
We didn't think much of it, hell I didn't think these yahoos really wanted to start anything. So, two of my buddies left prior to us, about 10 minutes. There were a couple of the rednecks standing outside and they proceeded to give my buddies some shit, but they walked away and as they drove away... my buddies were kind enough to shout a few choice words. Brave souls as they were racing down the road.
So, flash back to me and my 1 drunken buddy standing in the bar with 4 loopy girls. At this time, there were roughly 5 drunken rednecks that were a) pissed they spent money on these girls who were not going home with them and b) rather upset that my not so brave friends shouted obscenities at them as they drove off.
So, I'm 6'2 and about 200 lbs at the time... my friend is about 5'10 and 150 and normally the most quiet and nice guy you'd ever meet. I'm the loudmouth that would most likely start something with a wise crack.
Two girls grab me by each arm and say "now, don't smart off, let's just leave... these guys are mad... blah blah blah". I'm drunk, but smart enough to realize I'm out numbered. So, I keep quiet as we're walking out the door. I hear words being exchanged behind me and the only words that stood out were "...I bet I could kick all 4 of your asses...".
Somewhat stunned at what my li'l drunken buddy has uttered, I look at one of the girls and said "WTF did he say?". As I stop and turn around to get my buddy in line and hopefully shut him up, I'm sucker punched square in the right eye. I didn't fall, but I spun around and grabbed the stair railing. I'd never been nailed like that in my life, so I was stunned and as I stared at the ground, I focused on a rock as everything went black (except for the rock). I was disoriented and I heard fighting and the girls screaming.
I shook it off and turned around as I knocked around a couple of the yahoos, the bouncer came running out and broke it up.
At this point, my eye is pounding and I'm pissed at my buddy. I see him about 50 yards away walking in the parking lot. I yell at him and he turns around, face full of blood, points at his nose and says calmly "Is it supposed to look like this?"
Well, we're freaked out b/c he obviously needs to go to the ER and we're under age... oh, and everyone is blitzed.
Bottom line, once the rednecks had me out of the way... they knocked my buddy down and kicked him twice in the face with a boot, cracking his jaw in two places. He had to have it wired shut for a month, couldn't talk and ate through a straw.
Once word of this got around our hometown, it quickly grew to ME being the one that started it b/c my buddy would never do anything to start a fight. Auuughhh, that was so fun. His mom had to pick him up from the ER at 6am and that was just a fun thing to explain.
Happy days... I think the entire event took about 12 seconds to unfold. I never even saw the guy punch me, he cleanly caught me just as I was turning around. Damn that hurt.
There's no telling what would have happened had they not taken me out early, we likely would have had our asses handed to us, but damn...
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