Question for you guys about street fights..

This is usually true, about a fight requiring two idiots, but often it only takes a little alcohol going around, and one person looking for trouble. If you're out having a good time and not worrying about fights, sometimes a situation will sneak up on you. Walking away often means leaving friends behind. Not cool.


I'm a proud 0-0 as a grown up, not counting a few drunk scuffles that weren't a big deal.

Yea, but I guess is being jumped for no reason even considered a fight? To me, that would be like calling the knockout game a fight.

I was at some dive sports bar probably 2 or 3 years ago now, playing pool with three other buddies on 1 table. We weren't regulars there, and there was a group of like 10-12 asians playing on 3 tables around us. We were there for awhile, and after about 3 hours were all pretty wasted, but I was sober enough to remember we never said anything to any of them.

Anyways, out of nowhere I just get suckered right in the back of the head, and I just stumbled a step or two ahead. The only thing I could possibly think of was I was in the guys way or something and he got pissed, or they were just looking to start a fight with a smaller group of people, or they were regulars and thought we were taking up their table. There was no reason for it at all.

It was a weird feeling, because I remember being pretty much wasted to feeling instantly sober and ready to fight, but then I turn around and there's like a dozen of them. So I just started asking what the problem was, why did you do that, etc? The guy just kept saying I didn't punch you, I didn't punch you, and there was two guys standing close to him, so I yelled well one of you three did. I wanted to just deck him in the face with the pool cue but it was at least 10-12 on 4, so I yelled at him a bit more and said he hits like a pussy as I walked away. I remember thinking that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say given how outnumbered we were, but then this big as bartender comes over and yelled at them if they don't leave he's calling the police. Gave us our next pitcher on the house.

At the same bar later that year some asian dude killed some guy in the parking lot with a shotgun after an argument. I've always wondered if it was the same group. We never went back there.
 
haha. i was too much in shock to do anything.

Street fights are not only dangerous but kind of pathetic, especially when you're north of 25. Unfortunately, I've been drawn into two in the past couple of years. One where I was sucker punched and another by a couple punks looking to rob me on the way home from the bar.
 
Yea, but I guess is being jumped for no reason even considered a fight? To me, that would be like calling the knockout game a fight.

I was at some dive sports bar probably 2 or 3 years ago now, playing pool with three other buddies on 1 table. We weren't regulars there, and there was a group of like 10-12 asians playing on 3 tables around us. We were there for awhile, and after about 3 hours were all pretty wasted, but I was sober enough to remember we never said anything to any of them.

Anyways, out of nowhere I just get suckered right in the back of the head, and I just stumbled a step or two ahead. The only thing I could possibly think of was I was in the guys way or something and he got pissed, or they were just looking to start a fight with a smaller group of people, or they were regulars and thought we were taking up their table. There was no reason for it at all.

It was a weird feeling, because I remember being pretty much wasted to feeling instantly sober and ready to fight, but then I turn around and there's like a dozen of them. So I just started asking what the problem was, why did you do that, etc? The guy just kept saying I didn't punch you, I didn't punch you, and there was two guys standing close to him, so I yelled well one of you three did. I wanted to just deck him in the face with the pool cue but it was at least 10-12 on 4, so I yelled at him a bit more and said he hits like a pussy as I walked away. I remember thinking that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say given how outnumbered we were, but then this big as bartender comes over and yelled at them if they don't leave he's calling the police. Gave us our next pitcher on the house.

At the same bar later that year some asian dude killed some guy in the parking lot with a shotgun after an argument. I've always wondered if it was the same group. We never went back there.

So yung, so angry.
 
5-1.
The one loss were two guys that attacked me from behind and one of them broke a bottle on the back of my head.
I got KTFO. Woke up to them soccer kicking me in the head.
Had to get a few stitches.

I guess the loss is more memorable than the wins.
 
I don't know why it quoted you, IIIIII. Phone pwnt, my bad.
 
In kitchener Ontario there used to be a bit of a Heritage Front of presence. Some kids I was friends with were into getting into fights with skin heads in Victoria park at night.

There was a mulatto cat named Charles who was a skinhead back in the day. I was seventeen and was a bit of prick, so I tried to use my size to intimidate him. I wasn't the type to start trouble, I never had too, but I when i saw the doc martens, the black jeans, the wife beater and red suspenders WITH the mocha completion i was overwhelmed by...I dunno. (This happened pre-Chappelle so I had no frame of reference.)...I saw the situation as a free and justifiable coupon to stomp out an Uncle Tom who had lost his damn mind and was trivializing the "struggle" and buffooning the "culture" via some kind of weird reverse-minstrelism.

It never occured to my dumbass how tough you have to be to be a black skinhead.

I was getting outclassed, jabbed, kicked in the shins, but he was couldnt knock me out, so I just leaned on him until somebody broke it up. (Thank god)

A while later my friends and I saw him at Pepi's Pizza. He saw us looking at him and I guess thought we were all gonna jump him, (we werent) so he came over to our table and told us that he wasn't the skinhead we thought he was. He said he was a S.H.A.R.P. (skinhead against racial prejudice).

He gave us a history lesson about proto-skinheads, The Specials, the charltans, mopeds and guiness.

It was kinda my Canadian History X moment.

Epic story, definitely not getting enough love. That's awesome.
 
Street fights are not only dangerous but kind of pathetic, especially when you're north of 25. Unfortunately, I've been drawn into two in the past couple of years. One where I was sucker punched and another by a couple punks looking to rob me on the way home from the bar.

street fights have their place. it is only pathetic if you get into a fight for the wrong reason.

some dude comes up and slaps your kid on the head = beatdown

some dude is yelling whore at your wife = beatdown

some dude yells less filling = beatdown and tastes great
 
I'm actually undefeated.

I was bullying some kid in Junior High by throwing clay at him. He didn't do shit and I guess a switch flipped, so he turned around and started punching me. I ended up punching him once which made him fall to his knees, then I proceeded to punch him while he was down a few times, nothing crazy. Kids were giving me props for a week.

The rest I wouldn't even call fights, more like beatdowns. People I was with would just jump people for stupid shit like looking etc. Man, those were the days.

I remember a few kids I know got jumped by Crips from a near by school. Little did they know we had a lot more people. So we set a date to scrap at the park. A lot of fucking people showed up that were on our side. We lived on east side Kings Highway (Kings Highway Boys East Side), pretty much every goon from KHB showed up, East Side KHB always had differences with West Side KHB, but they ended up showing up as well to help us out.

Anyway, their OG a dude in his 30's, saw all of us and said let's kill the beef, so we did. However the kids that got jumped ended up beating up the people that initially fucked them up.

The good ol' days.
 
get in about 2-3 a year. i mostly win, sometimes retreat. Haven't been beaten badly in a few years.
 
I'm actually undefeated.

I was bullying some kid in Junior High by throwing clay at him. He didn't do shit and I guess a switch flipped, so he turned around and started punching me. I ended up punching him once which made him fall to his knees, then I proceeded to punch him while he was down a few times, nothing crazy. Kids were giving me props for a week.

The rest I wouldn't even call fights, more like beatdowns. People I was with would just jump people for stupid shit like looking etc. Man, those were the days.

I remember a few kids I know got jumped by Crips from a near by school. Little did they know we had a lot more people. So we set a date to scrap at the park. A lot of fucking people showed up that were on our side. We lived on east side Kings Highway (Kings Highway Boys East Side), pretty much every goon from KHB showed up, East Side KHB always had differences with West Side KHB, but they ended up showing up as well to help us out.

Anyway, their OG a dude in his 30's, saw all of us and said let's kill the beef, so we did. However the kids that got jumped ended up beating up the people that initially fucked them up.

The good ol' days.

Are you Ponyboy?
 
I actually almost got in a fight at a Christmas-themed party a couple weeks ago.

Kid was bothering some girl behind me in line for the bathroom. she kept telling him to leave her alone, so i stepped in and put my arm around her to escort her away from the bs. Turned out they were dating and just having an ordinary spat. He was not pleased about me putting my arm her. She didn't say a word and probably rubbed one out to me later on.

Got broken up really quickly once we started yelling, but i hadn't been that fired up in a really long time.

Getting into other peoples domestic disputes is a good way to get in fights.
 
I'm actually undefeated.

I was bullying some kid in Junior High by throwing clay at him. He didn't do shit and I guess a switch flipped, so he turned around and started punching me. I ended up punching him once which made him fall to his knees, then I proceeded to punch him while he was down a few times, nothing crazy. Kids were giving me props for a week.

The rest I wouldn't even call fights, more like beatdowns. People I was with would just jump people for stupid shit like looking etc. Man, those were the days.

I remember a few kids I know got jumped by Crips from a near by school. Little did they know we had a lot more people. So we set a date to scrap at the park. A lot of fucking people showed up that were on our side. We lived on east side Kings Highway (Kings Highway Boys East Side), pretty much every goon from KHB showed up, East Side KHB always had differences with West Side KHB, but they ended up showing up as well to help us out.

Anyway, their OG a dude in his 30's, saw all of us and said let's kill the beef, so we did. However the kids that got jumped ended up beating up the people that initially fucked them up.

The good ol' days.

If 5% of this post is srs, then you're a scumbag.
 
Another story comes to mind.

It was a Saturday, I was still sleeping. I hear my phone go off. Saw one of my closest boys was calling me telling me he got jumped and to come by his house as quick as possible. So I walk to his building with a hammer (actual hammer, not a gun). He told me he got into an argument with his GF and two kids that were a bit younger than us jumped him. We end up calling another one of our boys who is actually getting out this year. This kid comes out with a thin transparent plastic pipe.

We end up looking for these kids. We pretty much know they can only be in 3 different spots. We stop by the first spot and they weren't there, we end up going to the park and again they weren't there. My boy told me let's go by one last spot on Ave U where they hang out. I swear shit was like out of a fucking movie. As soon as we hit the corner we see them walking towards us. By the time they realize it was too late. Since they were younger I didn't feel the need to go hard so I just threw a stiff jab at the kid. While both of my boys are talking to the other. Out of nowhere, the kid with the pipe hits one of them on top of the head and shit just splits open. While he was on the ground we kicked him a few times.

By the time we started leaving cops showed up and ended up arresting us.
 
I don't fight people. I threaten them with weapons if they really wanna go for it. They usually don't.
 
Haven't been in a fight since I was teenager because I eventually grew up. Seeing people my age, thereabouts, or older, getting into fights or belligerently instigating one, just makes me shake my head.

There has only been a single instance since my teens that I repeatedly struck another person, and it was because some guy was taking advantage of my friend's girlfriend at the time (she also being a friend) while she was passed out drunk. Even then I felt ashamed for my actions, and apologized to the guy shortly after the incident, despite him being in the wrong in the first place. Even recounting this now makes me feel a bit uncomfortable with myself.
 
Haven't been in a fight since I was teenager because I eventually grew up. Seeing people my age, thereabouts, or older, getting into fights or belligerently instigating one, just makes me shake my head.

There has only been a single instance since my teens that I repeatedly struck another person, and it was because some guy was taking advantage of my friend's girlfriend at the time (she also being a friend) while she was passed out drunk. Even then I felt ashamed for my actions, and apologized to the guy shortly after the incident, despite him being in the wrong in the first place. Even recounting this now makes me feel a bit uncomfortable with myself.

holy shit. you need to man the fuck up, brah
 
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