That bar fight wasn't a fight. In my favorite pub.
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Posted On: 01/02/2020 12:52:45 PM
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That bar fight wasn't a fight. In my favorite pub.
And 23 years ago - what - wow - hmmm
I haven't had a bar fight for over 2 decades.
That is very cool.
Ok,
I was attacked from behind by a drunk
and knocked out with blows to the head and forehead.
I cracked a rib on the way down on a chair leg.
I found that out the next day and slept 6 weeks on the couch.
On my slow trip back to consciousness i said to myself
in slow motion "he is punching me in the face".
I jumped awake yelling. A couple guys had a hold of me
and said "whoa, he is leaving". My intelligence kicked in as
i saw him running out the door. "If i chase him outside i go to jail."
A couple friends of his told him he had fucked up and to get the hell out.
I never saw him again.
Right then an eyesight went black. I calmly said "well shit I lost an eye".
They said: No, it was blood from a forehead cut. They washed me off and put on a heavy band-aid. I sat down ordered a pitcher of beer. They went yea he is a tough guy. (calmly "oh i lost an eye"
ha haaa
The owner showed up asked me what i wanted to do.
I said nothing unless the cut gets infected.
My girlfriend showed up and got disgusted
at the blood on my shirt and left.
My dad showed up for a look see; she had called him.
He had a glass of beer with me.
All is well that ends well eh.
And 23 years ago - what - wow - hmmm
I haven't had a bar fight for over 2 decades.
That is very cool.
Ok,
I was attacked from behind by a drunk
and knocked out with blows to the head and forehead.
I cracked a rib on the way down on a chair leg.
I found that out the next day and slept 6 weeks on the couch.
On my slow trip back to consciousness i said to myself
in slow motion "he is punching me in the face".
I jumped awake yelling. A couple guys had a hold of me
and said "whoa, he is leaving". My intelligence kicked in as
i saw him running out the door. "If i chase him outside i go to jail."
A couple friends of his told him he had fucked up and to get the hell out.
I never saw him again.
Right then an eyesight went black. I calmly said "well shit I lost an eye".
They said: No, it was blood from a forehead cut. They washed me off and put on a heavy band-aid. I sat down ordered a pitcher of beer. They went yea he is a tough guy. (calmly "oh i lost an eye"
ha haaa The owner showed up asked me what i wanted to do.
I said nothing unless the cut gets infected.
My girlfriend showed up and got disgusted
at the blood on my shirt and left.
My dad showed up for a look see; she had called him.
He had a glass of beer with me.
All is well that ends well eh.
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