as you might expect from my participation in the other thread I had a few, but really it was only fighting back. 2 scrapes stand out.
fight 1:
Art class, 4th or 5th grade, we were watching a movie and kids were throwing crayons during the movie. D. Clarke, who ran with the tough crowd of guys, got dotted in the head by a crayon he thought I threw. (I hadn't). Anyway, I didn't want to fight because A) I hadn't thrown the crayon and B) DC ran with the tough bunch, who I knew would have his back. Anyway, after school we're doing this walking fight (fighting as we're walking the 4-5 blocks home) and because I was relucant to fight for reasons A/B, I'm getting beat. That is until we got to the Sunridge Pony Keg (SPK) Candy Store. For a reason I still can't explain, something in me cocked my fist and I threw a right hand that must have come up from.... RURAL ALABAMA! I hit dude so hard he screamed and crumpled to the ground. I looked at my hand like "dayum, I did that?" DC missed school 3 days. ....(I sheepishly admit that sometimes, when I go home to visit fam, if I'm in the area I'll slow my roll going past the SPK; a secretive, yet wistful rememberance of the day ...DC got that azz whupped!!!!)
fight 2:
This really EMBARRASSED me, because we were high school juniors, too damn old to be fighting. Anyway, we were playing two different (adjacent) basketball games in the gym. I was running north in one game, and B. Hill (now my Alpha bruh) was running south in the other game. Not seeing each other, we collided fairly hard. He jumped up and starts swinging. I truly didn't want to fight but, hey, he brought war to my house. So I had no choice but to take a can of whup-azz to his.
and yes, that was the last fight I ever had and/or intend to have.
...I assumed we were just talking about school fights, not buck-bucks with hard-head cousins, right?!?
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