Shit reading through I just remembered I have gotten jumped before!
Was in a bar having a good time. Went to the pisser, there was three guys standing in front of the urinals having a dramatic conversation about a girl I think, one of them was on the brink of tears. Asked if I could get by to take a piss..
"You wanna take a piss huh?" I started laughing at someone on the brink of tears trying to act like a tough guy even while moving out of the way. I start pissing, the guys are still talking shit behind me, when my brother comes out of the stall next to the urinals - they didn't know he was there and he got protective - think Jeff Monson w/o roids - really broad. "LET HIM TAKE A PISS!" he yelled as he was coming around the corner. The guys kind of looked like they were going to piss themselves, mumbled a few insults and ran out of the bathroom. We just kind of laughed, thought nothing of it, finished up, left the bathroom.
As soon as I walked out the door, the three guys had turned into 7, coming towards us with the crying guy at the center, all looking real pissed off. None of them too big, most probably like 5'7, 150 lbs. Anyway, it was clear we were about to get jumped. I looked the other way down the hall for an escape route, saw it was a dead end, turn back, and my brother had already charged these seven dudes. He got the ringleader in a headlock, not really sure where he was going with that, ended up on the ground pretty quickly getting his back stomped on. Least he was game I guess... Anyway none of these guys were too big, a few of them got hands on me and I had dreads at the time which are a real pain in the ass in a fight, but I at least broke a nose and gave a couple black eyes - two guys took licks and backed off, but there was still the other half the group to deal with. I kept a good base and never went down, concentrated on holding with the left and hitting with the right- I was fucked up the whole time and trying to aim punches with one eye kind of thing so holding them in place helped. Was working towards my brother when the bar staff scared these dudes off, well we got kick out too on the street with them but ran in a cab.
Anyway his back looked like a waffle but no other marks, I only ended up with a black eye and no skin on the knuckles on my right. I was 18 at the time, older bro 23 (hence why he was protective in the beginning) and my brother got a lot of shit for me being the one with hands that looks like I actually had been in a fight. Anyway we spent the rest of the week at other bars and in strip clubs and had an excellent time.
I saw one of the dudes working at the hotel we were staying at for the week (this was Key West) with a bad black eye and just laughed - I mean he got beat worse than I did while jumping me, and had to be the janitor where I was staying.