Originally Posted by LoathsomePete

I've only really been in one real fight, which was actually more of a brawl. Three friends of mine and I were hanging out on a Friday night, this was my last Friday before I had to go back to work so we decided to make the most of it. We started doing a pub crawl and after we hit the third one, my buddy Harrison got a call from another one of my friends telling us to meet him way across the bridge in West Vancouver for an awesome party. We decided that it would probably be cheaper, so we pooled our money together and were able to get a bottle of brandy (don't ask), and a six pack of Lucky. We catch a bus, make it over the bridge, then get a ride up to this party and then we realize it's a god damn high school party. I wasn't that happy and really wanted to leave, but my friends were determined to get some action so I reluctantly stayed.

My buddy Harrison was sharing his bottle of brandy with a bunch of kids and I was just sort of sitting in the back with my Lucky. At around 12ish the girl throwing the party came down with a headache and wanted everyone to leave, so we started filing out. It was at this point that we noticed the bottle of brandy was gone along with the hostess' cell phone. We see some of the kids Harrison was sharing the brandy with and ask them if they saw anyone take the bottle and they start to get very very defensive. I had already called a cab so I just told my three friends to forget about it, let the little ****s have their night of fun and lets just meet the cab. As we're walking down this street, the kids start following us, taunting us, throwing **** at us, and what have you. Luckily the cab started approaching and I go up to the driver who's looking very nervous and asks how many people are coming and I tell him just 4 (including myself). Well it's at that point where someone tries to hit my buddy Alex behind the back and it just turns into an all out brawl. The taxi driver ****s it and leaves us stranded and I'm trying to break it up. Someone hits me in the jaw and I go back a little bit, he turns around to hit my friend Taylor, I tap his shoulder and just sock him as hard as I can in the nose. I felt it slide between my index and middle finger, and twist. Lots of blood came out and it ended the fight. By that point they started going down the road, the kid had a jacket pretty much wrapped around his face and we headed back up to the house and explained the situation.

Yep... that was a pretty interesting night. I feel ****ty for breaking that kid's nose, but I really did everything in my power to avoid a fight and only fought back after I had been attacked. I really don't condone violence as a way of solving disputes, and have done my best to avoid fights altogether. Though it seems whenever I get invited to a house party some kind of fight always breaks out and kills the entire mood, which is why I very seldom go to them anymore.

Originally Posted by OBEY

"Never trust your own eyes, believe what you are told".

Originally Posted by crash_override

I'm not sure why, but I've always thought of you as the kind of passive person that would just snap if provoked enough.

Originally Posted by LoathsomePete

Well it's a pretty accurate description of me, or at least the younger me. As I'm getting older and wiser that same violent spark is fading. I usually just channel whatever frustration I still have with metal.

Originally Posted by OBEY

"Never trust your own eyes, believe what you are told".