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3 fights. First one was me hitting him, him hitting back, somebody yelled about the cops, and so we broke it up. We were close before, been closer since.
Second was so damn justified, and he was two years older and made me feel nervous as hell any time I'd see him untill I actually grew past puberty. Everybody always said that between me and him, money's on him. I started it, I threw the first punch, I won, and it's a fantastic story to this day.
Third sucked. Some guy pissed off that me and my friends were making kinda a mess outside some shop and started cussing us out. I talk back, one word leads to another. Fight lasted three to five minutes, which 275 lbs of me can't keep up. I did great untill he had me pinned to the ground. He started it, he threw the first punch, he won.
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