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thespian86 · 06-10-2009, 07:48 AM

Have you ever been in a fist fight with someone before? Do tell! Everyone likes a good fight story. Here is mine:

Although I don't have many, the one I have was one of the biggest flukes of all time. It was about 12 a.m. and I was just getting off the subway at Dufferin Station in Toronto, Ont. Now, you have to understand that Dufferin is one of Toronto's major intersections (i'd say) and is constantly busy. But when I got off the subway no one got off with me (never happened before). I went upstairs no one was in the station but the booth worker (never happened before) and as I climbed the stairs there was no one with me, or waiting for a bus (never happened before).

I lived, literally, next to the station. The building was attached to the station on the North-West side exit. My walk home from the station consisted of opening the door, turning right, walking ten steps, turning right again, walking thirty steps, and I'm home. So when I walked out of the station into the rain, I didn't bother to stop and open my umbrella, which, knowing me, would of taken a minute (I'm clumsy). I turned right and was adjusting my messenger bag when I heard this loud slapping. Like someone running in Chuck's. I turned to see what it was and it happened:

A hand grabbed my bag and pulled. At the same time the other hand came at my face and, funnily enough, missed because he had pulled me to the side so hard. As he was mid-follow through I, without thinking, punched him as hard as I could in the ribs, which he had all of that momentum and his weight leaning in to it. He went down like a sack o'potatoes. And then came my smoothest moment alive, something I'm entirely proud of: I looked at him on the ground, in total shock, and said in a shaky voice "You... fucking drug smoker." Charming.

I started to walk away (dumb) and I felt a hand on the back of my coat (a much weaker hand). I shook him off, threw him onto a park bench, and began to pummel him mercilessly. I hit him until my hands started to bleed. He hit me a couple of times too; once in the jaw, which fucking hurt, and once in the ribs, which cracked a rib. I kept hitting him until he said "stop, stop, stop."

ME: Are YOU going to stop?

HIM: I just wanted yo' stuff man.

ME: [Perplexed] Well you can't have it!?

HIM: [rolling off the bench and stumbling away] sorry, sorry - etc

I ached for a minute, wiped my hands on my jeans (write off), and then chased for about a second when I thought "all I need is to go around a corner tonight and find him and four friends with knifes". So I didn't.

I got inside, saw the in-house doctor, and then it hit me. I COULD have been stabbed. I could have been killed. He could of beat ME to death. I could have killed HIM. And worst of all, this kid was probably a street person, and probably a drug user. I had open wounds on his open wounds. Jesus I was scared until I went to the doctor to get everything checked out.

The most interesting part of the night though was that during this whole skirmish, not ONE car or ONE person passed us. Not one. Which would never happen again in a lifetime at an intersection like that, on a saturday night at 12. Crazy.

So what about you? Tell 'em!

06-10-2009, 07:48 AM	#1 (permalink)
thespian86 change is hard. Location: the green room.	Ever been in a fist fight? Have you ever been in a fist fight with someone before? Do tell! Everyone likes a good fight story. Here is mine: Although I don't have many, the one I have was one of the biggest flukes of all time. It was about 12 a.m. and I was just getting off the subway at Dufferin Station in Toronto, Ont. Now, you have to understand that Dufferin is one of Toronto's major intersections (i'd say) and is constantly busy. But when I got off the subway no one got off with me (never happened before). I went upstairs no one was in the station but the booth worker (never happened before) and as I climbed the stairs there was no one with me, or waiting for a bus (never happened before). I lived, literally, next to the station. The building was attached to the station on the North-West side exit. My walk home from the station consisted of opening the door, turning right, walking ten steps, turning right again, walking thirty steps, and I'm home. So when I walked out of the station into the rain, I didn't bother to stop and open my umbrella, which, knowing me, would of taken a minute (I'm clumsy). I turned right and was adjusting my messenger bag when I heard this loud slapping. Like someone running in Chuck's. I turned to see what it was and it happened: A hand grabbed my bag and pulled. At the same time the other hand came at my face and, funnily enough, missed because he had pulled me to the side so hard. As he was mid-follow through I, without thinking, punched him as hard as I could in the ribs, which he had all of that momentum and his weight leaning in to it. He went down like a sack o'potatoes. And then came my smoothest moment alive, something I'm entirely proud of: I looked at him on the ground, in total shock, and said in a shaky voice "You... fucking drug smoker." Charming. I started to walk away (dumb) and I felt a hand on the back of my coat (a much weaker hand). I shook him off, threw him onto a park bench, and began to pummel him mercilessly. I hit him until my hands started to bleed. He hit me a couple of times too; once in the jaw, which fucking hurt, and once in the ribs, which cracked a rib. I kept hitting him until he said "stop, stop, stop." ME: Are YOU going to stop? HIM: I just wanted yo' stuff man. ME: [Perplexed] Well you can't have it!? HIM: [rolling off the bench and stumbling away] sorry, sorry - etc I ached for a minute, wiped my hands on my jeans (write off), and then chased for about a second when I thought "all I need is to go around a corner tonight and find him and four friends with knifes". So I didn't. I got inside, saw the in-house doctor, and then it hit me. I COULD have been stabbed. I could have been killed. He could of beat ME to death. I could have killed HIM. And worst of all, this kid was probably a street person, and probably a drug user. I had open wounds on his open wounds. Jesus I was scared until I went to the doctor to get everything checked out. The most interesting part of the night though was that during this whole skirmish, not ONE car or ONE person passed us. Not one. Which would never happen again in a lifetime at an intersection like that, on a saturday night at 12. Crazy. So what about you? Tell 'em! __________________ EX: Whats new? ME: I officially love coffee more then you now. EX: uh... ME: So, not much. Last edited by thespian86; 06-10-2009 at 07:52 AM..