Journeyman

When I was 14, me and a friend were walking home from a movie rental store in the middle of night over a bridge that has a 20 foot drop to the right and moving traffic to the left. In the movie store, I had taken it upon myself to inform this guy that whoever buzzed his head sorta butchered it. He informed me that it was a birthmark. And that was that.
At the bridge, a small white car pulls over in front of us and he storms out and heads straight for me, yells at me some while shoving me back, then grabs at me and yells at me about how I don't know who he is and he will fucking kill me. Given the strength difference and the environment, he could have. I apologized as much as a could untill he finally stormed off and left.
This person was 2 grades ahead of me, so I ended up seeing him here and there in highschool for the grand total of 6 months that I ended up going to highschool in my freshman year. I left and started community college.
Because of that, I had to do an independent study thing at night for drivers ed, at the school district. I sit myself in the back corner seat and crack the drivers ed book, and this person walks in eating a burrito, walks right towards me and says "That's my seat, dude." I jump to another seat, bury my head in my book, and stopped going to independent study soon after.
My friend (not the one who was with me that night), I told him about the whole situation and how I was sort of upset and wanted some kind of reckoning, and he quite simply stated that I'd get wasted (he was in this persons grade).
Four years after being threatened with death, I was moving a cord of firewood from the driveway to the backyard for my parents. I see this person pull up to the house directly across the street from mine. Apparently, his girlfriend babysat my neighbors kids, and he had gone to see her there (after she had supposedly broken up with him the night before...).
I have never been in a fight before this, and I have no training in any sort of fighting skills. I walk two more blocks of wood to my backyard, feeling adrenaline turn my legs into lead. But I need this.
So I walk across the street, and grab his attention. "Hey, remember me?" - "No." - "You threatened to kill me about 4 years back after I asked about your hair in movie magic." - "Oh yeah, I remember you..." - "Yeah, you mind apologizing for that?" - "Apologizing? Bitch, you had no right to say the shit you said and.." - "Dude, I was 14 at the time, and I know you were 16..." - "Yeah, so now I'm 20, and you're 18? So you wanna settle it like men?"
That's when I hit him, hard. His girlfriend who had come out of the house halfway into the conversation screamed something and distracted me, which is when he came back at me. What I remember are him throwing wide haymakers that were easy as could be to keep from getting to my face, and sticking him with a few hits to his head, wondering why he's not getting knocked out. Some grappling/wrestling went on, the most that resulted was me being over him with his back to me, and putting a hook into the side of his head and wondering if it was right to hit somebody in the back of the head.
His girlfriend got in the middle of it while we were seperated for a moment and squaring off, looking to sling some more. She screamed about the 3 kids she had in the house, and we broke it off. He got in his truck and said for me to meet him at the nearby elementary school (which was really silly, as it was about 3 and kids would be getting out of there, too). He sped off, with a black eye and a cut by his ear. I checked myself in the rear view mirror of my car, I was clean as before.
I sort of stomped around and said to his girlfriend about how she hooked up with a probable wife beater, and when i found out that my neighbor's wife was on the phone with someone other than the police (she had come out at some point, I forget when), I got in my car and headed straight for the school. When I got there, I parked, and he was nowhere around.
As it turned out, he has some priors in this area of the penal system, and drove straight to the police station. I found this out when I went home and talked with my mom, who had talked with this person's girlfriend.
In the 20 or 30 minutes it took for the local police (I've known one of them for a long time) to show up (they had him at the station and me at my house, no need to rush things), I was in one continuous release of endorphins.

Thus far, that's the best feeling I've ever had in my life.