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I was in Vegas for a buddy's bachelor party on a spur of the moment type of trip. I ended up getting really really drunk and kicked out of a casino. I tried to go back in to find my friends, and the guard warned me not to come back in. Being drunk and stubborn I went back in and they tossed me to the ground. Granted I tried to do a stand up but it didn't work out as im 5'6 140 pounds.
So I get out of the drunk tank and my friends are gone, its just me. I'm walking around still drunk and I spot a group of homeless people. I said fuck it, and went over to them and started chatting with them. They handed me a bottle of wine, and I started drinking with them and walking around with them.
Eventually another cluster of homeless people showed up. At this time we were on Tropicana at a few buss terminals on a busy street. Well this homeless man yells at me for "not being productive, and being a loser". He told me that I needed to get my life together, and then he slapped me so hard in the face it stunned me. Now I was thinking to myself I could kick this guys ass, or I could just leave it be. So I forgave him, and forgot the incident ever happened.
About 5-10 minutes had passed and out of nowhere "WHACK"! The fuckin scallywag slaps me again. This time I'm really fucking pissed, and I said some shit to him and eventually left the cluster. I still didn't feel like kicking a homeless mans ass.
So I walked over to the bus terminal and sat down, tying to figure out a way to meet back up with my friends. Not even a few minutes later, this guy starts running straight at me with an open hand. Finally I say "fuck it" and as he runs in, I duck him, and hit him with a smooth double leg (I've been wrestling since 5). I pick this guy up, swing his legs in the air and crack his head open right in the middle of Tropicana. I mean this was a nasty full leg blast double right off the curb.
Thing was I cracked the front of my face open at the same time, and needed to get stitches. I left the scene ASAP, I wasn't gonna wait around for anyone to show up. I ended up passing out on some rocks, at a motel 6, with blood all over me. A police officer on a bike came up to me and started her routine, but eventually let me use her phone to call a friend. I met back up with them, through a butterfly band-aid on the wound, and took a picture with a live lion.
And that was my bum fight, and I still have the picture.
Was this by the In N' Out on Tropicana? That whole area down Trop from Maryland to Cameron/Decatur is a cesspool.