The last fight i was in is a really long story but basically a guy that we knew and hung out with us had stolen the first marijuan plant i attempted to grow.
This was about 4 and a half years ago.
a few years go by and i hear at least 10 different stories of what happened, from different people. even confronted this guy once and he denied it and i believed him.
Then last year i find out the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Few months later we're at 7/11 and i'm in my buddys toyota pick up with two of my boys, one of my boys says hey isnt that ********.
I look and sure enough its him, now at this point i had verified without a doubt that he had stolen it.
I walk up to the truck, open the side door (which surprisingly was unlocked) and hit him in the side of the face as hard as i could. He fell over sidesways in the front seat and i climbed in the truck ontop of him.
He wasnt knocked out becaause he was flailing around tryinng to kick me off of him, i was wailing on him pretty good. Got maybe 4 or 5 good shots in then the driver of the truck, who was in 7/11 pulled me off him. He was big yoked dude but i guess my buddy knew him so he told him naw man dont trip everythings cool. We hopped in the truck and bounced. After that i felt pretty damn good. Fucking bastard thiefs.
This is just one story i felt like sharing.
I grew up in a chaotic family so fightin is like second nature to the people in my family. my father being in a motorcycle club gets in fights every week. as kids he trained us how to defend ourselves, not in a isolated ring fight, but in a actual street fight where someones trying to actually kill you or hurt you badly. Fighting/defending myself and family is wired into my brain