I did my fair share when I was young and stupid. When I first started going out, you'd get all boozed up, bump into someone as drunk and stupid as yourself and walk outside together, and win or lose, you'd go home all pumped up on adrenaline. But back then it was honest and fair, one on one, fists only, and in the small town where I lived, you'd see the same guy out the next week, buy him a beer and talk shit together for a while.
But that was the during the twilight years of fair and honest fighting. Pretty soon I'd find myself surrounded by gangs, some little princess that couldn't handle being punched in the face would bring a bunch of friends and come looking for me, or people would bring broken glasses, bottles, knives and all sorts of other bullshit. When a friend of mine got stabbed in the throat with a broken glass I realized that drunken bar fighting wasn't what it used to be, plus I guess I just naturally got older and settled down. Now I don't really drink much anymore, but if I do I'd rather sit and the bar and talk shit with people and make a bunch of new friends, then stumble home without blood on my shirt. It's not worth the risk anymore, it used to be harmless testosterone fuelled fun, but now it's just a bunch of fairies who'll grab the closest weapon rather than take a good old fashioned beating.
) for accusing me of making a pass at his girlfriend & a chick whom I dated briefly.
