I thought you were suicided, Jeffrey?
Last real fight I was in came at the corner. And it wasn't much of one.
My daughter (oldest) was a little thing then. The Burger King was still a block over, next to Tiger Rags.
My kid brought her own toilet paper to throw. Really excided to be out there in it. Been so long now, the details are hazy but there was a drunk dad with some pre-teen kids who took it upon themselves to snatch the rolls out of her hands and then when she tried to get them back from his obnoxious brats, drunk dad put his hands on her and shoved her away.
Lost my mind. Put the full weight and power I had at the time into a rared back right hand into drunk dad's face. Remember his hat flying off, his head rocking back, him falling backward into the crowd. Sucker punch, yes. But a really, really good one.
Even as he fell, my street-savy daughter had my left hand and knew it was time we vacated the premises. We darted across the street, ducked into the alley that led to the back of Tiger Rags and mingled in the throng heading to their vehicles.
If it was one or a member of your family that was struck? I categorically deny this event ever took place.