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Been in quite a few. Won most of them, but lost a few too. I have been physically picked up and tossed out the door. Had my uniform shirt torn off a couple times too. I learned pretty quickly not to rush in alone and wait for help. End of Earth: 2 Miles Upper Peninsula: 4 Miles | |||
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1133 Sycamore, to be exact. A place called Copa occupies that address now. | |||
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King Nothing |
Only one but I wasn’t one of the combatants. Friends (even mix of guys n girls) and I were in a less than reputable bar, early 20s just hanging out and some drunk dude in his 30s came over and hung out with us for some reason, said some weird shit then eventually left. When we were on our way out, the guy came out to the parking lot saying some other shit (I think about one of the girls, I don’t really remember anything that was said) that pissed off my friend. They eventually started throwing punches so I grabbed other guy figuring I’d break it up, but ended up basically holding the guy while my friend punched him. I eventually shoved him off to the side. Don’t remember him being in bad shape and he said some more shit as he wandered off. Couple cops showed up shortly after, but just watched the parking lot from across the street. By that time it was just friends and I, plus a couple other people hanging out smoking, so they never came over to talk to anyone. ...Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel, was just a freight train coming your way... | |||
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LOL No Crossroads was a bar near the Indiana state line. A dive! If you pulled into their lot you knew you were taking your life in your own hands. It was known to be a biker bar. I was too stupid to care! Had a few friends that were I'll say a bit shady. | |||
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St. Vitus Dance Instructor |
Growing up in Detroit, most of my fighting was in the neighborhood, as far as bar fights, witnessed quite a few but never engaged in one. | |||
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I've been in quite a few. I worked at two bars at different times in a summer beach town. At one I was a bouncer. Lots of fights, mainly just try to get the people out of the door when a fight started. One time breaking up a fight where the two guys ended up on the floor, I was bent over trying to get the guy on top off the over guy when his friend sucker punched me and broke my nose. I got that guy in a head lock from the front and kneed him in his face and broke his nose. At that point I was holding on until other bouncers were able to help. That club held 1100 people with two floors. The guy I was fighting with was a cop from North Jersey and claimed he didn't know I was a bouncer despite the fact that the shirt I was wearing clearly said security in big letters. The local police asked if I wanted the cop charged. I declined with the stipulation he would pay my out of pocket medical bills. Missed a day of work which he also paid for. Goes with the job. Another time as a bartender in a small bar we had a huge fight at closing. I don't know what started the fight, but I saw a customer hit our janitor in the back with a bar stool. The customer then starting throwing bar stools at everyone. I was behind the bar, grabbed a nightstick and jumped on the bar after the guy. He threw one last chair at me and I hit him in the head with the nightstick. I thought he would drop after seeing the blood. Nope, he tried to wrestle the night stick out of my hand. I managed to shove him out the front door and lock it. I was scared shit. Cops came quick and arrested him. No charges for me. Living the Dream | |||
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yes ________________________ God spelled backwards is dog | |||
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Frangas non Flectes |
Not once. My band did play a bar where a moshpit started and got half our friends thrown out of the bar for it, so... there's that. The closest I came to to a bar fight was a guy at a strip club who kept eyeballing me and then came up to me and my friend and put an arm around each of us and asked us why I was "mad dogging" him. I pointed over at the stage and said "you see that naked lady over there? I'm watching her, I didn't come here to watch dudes." He decided that was funny and left us alone. But no, I spent a lot of time in bars, and I had a knack for minding my own business and avoiding the types who were drunk and looking for a fight. ______________________________________________ “There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too.” | |||
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Get Off My Lawn |
I spent some time in bars and nightclubs in my 20s and never been in a fight, nor have I witnessed any. I did see some guys come into a bar and drunkenly harass the bartender, but they were "escorted" out by a huge bouncer. "I’m not going to read Time Magazine, I’m not going to read Newsweek, I’m not going to read any of these magazines; I mean, because they have too much to lose by printing the truth"- Bob Dylan, 1965 | |||
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I'm Pickle Rick! |
Yes ...... once! I was at a gin mill near Fordham University. While I was there with a few buddies I saw a guy punch the girl he was with in the face full blast, she couldn't hit the floor fast enough. I grabbed the asshole abuser and I guess he wanted to try the same with me. Unfortunately for him I was bigger so I was fighting with him and was a second or so from him hitting the deck, the girl he smashed in the face jumped on my back and slashed my face with a broken glass. There were two girls with my group who proceeded to beat her ass. There was a split second I thought I was gonna drop her myself. That's not my style. But they got theirs before the bouncer asked us nicely to leave. ______________________________ " Formally known as GotDogs " | |||
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You learn pretty quickly that most people can fight 100% for about 90 seconds. Only new guys rush to answer bar fight calls - by the time you arrive the combatants were happy to have an excuse to quit. The one exception was a place that catered to twenty-somethings. Every time I backed up the city PD we watched a bouncer or two tuning up the loudmouth. "You guys need help?" "Naw, we got this." Then my job consisted of crowd control. The good old days... | |||
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