Story from my H.S. days at Jeff Davis. I was like everyone else, partied and got in a few fist fights here and there. There's always a hang out and ours at that time was a convenience store parking lot. Always 10-12 cars with stereos blasting, beer drinking...the usual. One night, these 4 guys from Lee High School (Wooo, our big rival) pulled up and started talking shit to some guys from our school. Apparently. there was some history between em'. Anyway, the shit talk escalates and they agree to meet in a parking lot up the road. Of course, word gets around quick and there's a parade of cars headed up to see the main event.
The two car loads meet as planned but they didn't just get out of the cars ready to start swinging. They got out with chains, knives, a long fuckin' walkin' tall stick and other shit. I was standing there thinking, "What the fuck? They're not really gonna'..."
Oh yes they were...and they did. Within about 60 seconds, there were guys knocked the fuck out, sliced up, being choked out with a chain. I saw one guy get hit in the face full swing with that stick and he dropped like a rock. I thought he was dead. All of us spectators jumped back in our cars and got the hell out of there.
The moral to this story is something I realized that night. There is ALWAYS somebody out there that's a bigger bad ass than you. And they WILL fuck you up quick. A fist fight is one thing. These guys didn't care what they had to do put each other in the hospital. Yeah, I ran like a bitch away from that. That shit was out of my league.
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