okay long story shorter....

I was downtown (block of like 6 bars) and was hammered. My friends and I were leaving the bar and some kid walked up and pushed my friend. (big mistake, my friend is a boxer who takes shit from no one, glad he is on my side) Anyway my friend just turns around and says what, the guy responds with some bullshit and my friend clocks him...

Fast forward 10 mins, About 12 cop cars are there (it seriously looked like a cop car dealership) my friends are still arguing and we gotta get out of there. So we all walk (run really) around the corner to get the car (dont worry girl was driving and still sober) we pile in the car, but for some strange reason I decide to get out and walk up the alley to get my friends away from the argument and get them ready to get in the car.

I dont recall too much (I was absurdly drunk, I dont call it "blacking out" I call it "time traveling") but I was nearing the top of the alley, to the street where the cops were. I saw the cop cars to my left about 50 feet all facing the opposite way of me. Next thing I know is that I'm on the ground. I get up real quick and turn around. I see 5 guys (none of them were too big, I'm 5'10" 185, runners build with good muscle) none much bigger than me anyway. Anyway I turn around and say something like "what the !?!" One of the guys say some thing like "thats for before." (NOTE: I wasn't involved in the first fight).

I start screaming at the guy who is obviously ready to fight again, 5 - on - 1 mind you. So I scream "this is how its going to be, 5 on 1" The first guy swings at me and I either duck or he misses (he probably missed) I cant stand fighting (I'm getting too old for it, something I left behind me in college).

Anyway I am still standing and all fired up so I just \"crow-hop\" a \"haymaker\" at one guy, and catch him square in the face, he goes down and somehow with my momentum I can run and tackle the next guy, or so I thought. I get the guy around the waist but he grabs my shirt Hockey style and rips it off me, so now I'm in a wife beater. The next guy grabs the top of my wife beater and throws a punch and hits me in the back of the head (not very hard apparently because I'm still standing). So now my wife beater rips off and I'm in just my jeans.

So I'm still standing sizing up my chances (4 on 1 now) and one guys comes from my right, and I kid you not, throws the worst punch I have ever seen. He misses me but low and behold his friend is right be hind me and takes the punch square in the face. (3 on 1) I push the guy who threw the punch on the ground and he tumbles away.

For about 5 seconds its 2 on 1 and I am ready to see if I can finish it. My friends pull up at that exact moment and rush out of the car. By the time they get out every one of the 5 guys is up and ready to go. My friends seeing this and seeing the cop car convention about 50 feet away grab me and scream at me that I cant fight 5 guys. I'm screaming that they jumped me and that they ripped of my shirt. (I'm so hopped up on adreneline and beer that I was probably incoherent).

Anyway they throw me in the car and we get out of dodge. Moral of the story.... "I hate fighting" because it always comes back to haunt you.

I have no idea of who it is I was in the fight with (remember I was "time travleing" that night), thats the worst part, I may see them and have no idea it was them and get into it without knowing. I'm glad I got out of it alright losing nothing but a shirt and gaining a new bruise on my arm.

Seriously though.... I hate fighting.... but in the right state of mind, I think I'm Rocky and will fight just about anyone.

 

Sorry about the long post, and I hope I dont sound like I was bragging. I have thought about this fight alot this week and about how lucky I was to get out with all my blood still inside of me.
I jsut wanted to vent and to advise people that fights are not fun and most likely they come back around to kick you in your ass, or take your shirt off your back.

 

Only smart people hate fighting even when they don't get their ass beat.

 

Dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyum!

 

yo got punked!

 

Sounds like they were drunk too. They probably won't remember you.

 

hope so, I went out last night and tied another one on. I really didnt see anyone who was looking cock-eyed at me so I think I am in the clear for a while.

 

Dude you're BATMAN!

 

haha HOLY Crap. 5 guys. i was cracking up at the story. especially the guy that hit his own friend.

 

Haha...a bunch of drunkies fighting...that's gotta be a funny sight.