your last fist fight

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    maybe 6 or 7 years ago. i drove almost two hours to meet a couple of my old friends at a shit-hole bar we used to hang out at when we were in our mid 20s. i open the back door and there goes my buddy flying down the stairs followed closely by a couple hispanic fellows. without hesitation i jump in and grab the closest one and get in a few good punches and threw him into the wall. one of his buddies socked me in the jaw and like out of some van damme movie i took him by the head and bashed his face into my knee. just after his nose exploded on my jeans one of his buddies punched me in the kidney. holy shit did that hurt.

    i turn to punch him and all i see is this little black plastic thing in his hand. next thing i know the little shit is macing me in the face. i'm sure i screamed like a little school girl but i wasn't alone in my pain for too long. the fucker then maced my buddy, they threw a couple more quick sucker punches and darted out of the bar. we're both struggling to get to out feet and we were pretty much tripping over each other trying to be first into the bathroom.

    we bust in and run over to the sinks and start splashing water in our faces. i gotta tell ya. i don't ever wish that shit on anybody (but rick) cause it was the worst pain ever. it felt like my face was burning for a good 30 minutes. so here we are, soaking wet, faces beat red, bloodied and bruised in our nice saturday night closes 2 hours from home.

    we ended up drinking for free that night. i guess the hispanic dudes got pretty touchy feely with one of the waitresses and my buddy jumped in to help her, then all hell broke lose. so they bought us drinks and my buddy got the girl. the end.

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