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Cars & Coffee Killer
Join Date: Sep 2004
Location: State of Failure
Posts: 32,246
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The last fight I got into was freshmen year of college. I roomed with my best friend from high school. Turns out he had a bit Oedipus complex and a hair-trigger temper. (Too things I NEVER witnessed in high school.)
He came back from class, threw his soda at me and sucker punched me, chipping my tooth. The fight ended with both of us on the ground and me with me hands around his throat, squeezing hard. I could have killed him. He moved out shortly after that.
I nearly got into a fight shortly after college. I ran into a guy I used to work with in college outside a bar. I said: "Hey Simon, what's up?"
Simon: "Who the f*** are you?"
Me: "I used to work with you at Sbarro."
Simon: "Shut the f*** up. Don't even talk to me."
Then he cut in line at the hot dog stand we were waiting in line at. As he walked back past with his hot dog, I said: "Must be nice to s*** gold."
Simon: "I'll kick your ass!"
Me: "I'm not stopping you."
Simon: "Come on, tough guy."
Me: "Does your p**** hurt?"
Then, out of now where, some older guy (late fifties by the look of him) walks up to Simon, puts his hand in the center of his chest, and starts pushing him down the street backwards. He still kept taunting me. Mind you, I was 6'1" and 225 at the time. Simon was maybe 5'8" and 150 lbs. I was also there with about a half-dozen friends, who I usually have to talk out of picking fights.
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-Chris
"There is freedom in risk, just as there is oppression in security."
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