BobbiSueEllen said:
Oh, yeah...the macho bunch. I have only one thing to say to them: "John Wayne's dead."
John might be dead, but I sure as shit ain't! (Laughing)
Honestly, I don't care a ton about being seen as being macho. I don't care that everyone who knows me sees me as being brutally tough, either. That was a lifetime ago but the reputation never dies and people my kids meet keep telling them tales from my fucking nuttie days, which of course get back to me to ask me if any of that shit is true. Sometimes I am really proud to say that yes, it is .... but not always. More times than not though. I had to ***FIGHT*** and claw my way up an awfully tall ladder to get where I was. May as well take whatever payoff I get from that investment of most of my youth.
My highlight was my bachelor's party. 7 of us beat the absolute snot out of 22 guys who started a fight for no fucking reason with us at 3:30 AM as we walked into a pancake house only looking to eat after partying all night. I tried to worn the fucking guerilla who started the shit that he stood no chance, intending on it being a 1:1 fight between his 6'4" ass and my 5'7" ass after he slammed my brother off of a wall while saying something along the lines of 'get out my face 12 yr old', which is when I walked right up to him with my patented left foot between his feet, left finger pointing to my chin to take his eyes off of my right uppercut ready to launch the instant he flinched. Next thing I knew he was on his ass and half the fucking pancake house was rushing us as they were with him! My friends all swear they never saw me smile so wildly, which is probably true.
We did over $6000 damage to the pancake house, and I know I alone was responsible for at least 1/3 of that as I threw one guy who ran at me at full speed over my head, through a wall that had all of the coffee cups and coasters on the wall along with all of their coffee pots. Whole wall came crashing down on top of that dumb fuck!
My favorite part of that night was when we were all cuffed together (they only got 6 of us, I got my best friend out maybe 45 seconds before the cops showed up as he was already on probation for fighting) and the cop asked me if I was drunk because I couldn't stop laughing and I told him I had 3 beers all night and none since before midnight mainly as I'd NEVER risk my drivers' license as a mechanic without a license doesn't have a job. Then he asked me if I was high and I informed him that I just got out of the Army and never used a drug in my life. When he asked why I was laughing so hard I pointed to the fucking wall where half the guys we fought were bleeding and crying while still others were being loaded into ambulances. Then the cop saw my point and laughed himself. The idiots we fought were all cops, prison guards, security guards and the cop knew every one of them. That was the best news I heard as I knew they could not charge us without charging them!
In the end, the charges were all split (officially) between the 28 of us. I was able to get a chunk out of my best friend to cover for my broke ass brother and no charges were pressed so long as the damages were paid for.
The image best burned into memory that night (actually I can recall every crumb of what I personally saw with my own two eyes) were the Harley guys mobbing us as we were walking out (we saw the lights coming already so there was no use trying to run) and giving us their biker club info, insisting we come party with them as "we were fucking awesome!". That turned into a few years of wild parties with some real interesting guys. Once I had kids my time with them came to an end though I picked up a LOT of friends and customers (and coached MANY of their kids in football and wrestling) from that venture alone, all because those 22 picked the worst 7 they probably could had that night.
I don't regret any instances like those though, as the people who started the fight, for zero reasons, got EXACTLY what they asked for .... actually WAY more than they could handle even if half of them weren't shitfaced drunk! I NEVER regretted beating the shit out of bullies! You get bullied BAD enough as a youngster, you learn how to be MEAN when being MEAN is the ONLY language assholes like that will ever understand.
CptKirk