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Tons, but where I grew up it was not really a fight. If someone didn't like you he would tell all his friends about it. One day you would be walking home or something and bam, 20 guys beat the shit out of you. You get up when they are done stomping your shit into the ground if you can, or someone calls the police and they help you up with handcuffs. Once you get done getting finger printed for getting your ass kicked you pull out the cell phone, unless they took it when they beat your ass, which is usually the case, or you go to a pay phone at the stations and call your boys and tell them what happened. I remember seeing my pager blow up with 911 187’s at least once a week. They all pile in a few cars and the process is then handed out to each of the guys that did it to you. This goes on and on until someone gets shot on both sides. Then it’s squashed. Fun shit huh.
As an adult I have only been in a few. Those were usually when I was drunk and talking smack at a bar. Luckily I met my wife and she basically saved my life by having kids from a pervious marriage. How could I be a bar fighting drunk when these kids needed a person to look up too? I have not been in a fight since I have been married. I have wanted to pound a few people but the thought of having to see my kids from behind bars usually curbs that thought.
Fighting is a stupid way to handle a problem.
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