I think I’m gonna tell 4 stories of fist fight situations that occurred in (I think) 1998. All the following stories took place inVicksburg, MS over
about a 3-4 month period.. maybe less.. I haven’t had a reason to tell these stories in a long time, and I feel like reliving them a bit.
I put on a pretty good show in the stories to follow, so I figured I would tell one where I did not preform well to help establish that I’m being
honest in the stories to come..and that I in no way EVER considered myself unbeatable or whatever..
This took place around 1997ish..
I was 16 and hanging out with a close friend and a couple not so great friends at an apartment complex’s pool.. My close friend , Freddy had taken
a xanex, a drug I despise and he was pretty out of it..
We were all just hanging out and goofing off when one of the not so great friends, John decided he was going to throw Freddy In the pool fully
Now John was a pretty big guy and had always been a dick.. he thought he was tough and was more than a little bit of a bully, but it’s usually funny
to watch an intoxicated person get thrown into a pool fully dressed. So when he does it we all laugh heartily..
Getting thrown in the pool wakes Freddy up and obviously he is PISSED!l!!! Even more so by the fact we all think it was hilarious!
Freddy drags himself out of the pool raising hell while slurring due to his xanex induced stupor..
This everyone continues to think is funny, myself included..
But then John being his normal bully of a self, decides he wants to fight Freddy for talking smack to him.. after he just threw the kid fully dressed
into the pool..
Well the pool thing was funny and harmless, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let him beat up my helplessly intoxicated buddy..
Espeacially when in my opinion he deserved to talk as much smack as he wanted.. he was just thrown into a pool fully dressed!!!!!
So at this point I stop spectating and jump in between the two, getting chest to chest with John..
I tell him he isn’t doing anything to Freddy and to back the hell off, he had earned any smack talk Freddy gave him..
We bow up to each other for a min or so, with me trying to diagnose weather or not we are actually going to fight.
Then he hits me in the mouth... hard.. while Standing flat footed, chest out and braced. So I’m sure I made a best case scenerio target.. or worst
case scenerio target if your my mouth..
I go down and don’t want anymore of old John that night..
He split my lip down to the white meat and the cut almost reached my nose.. it was bad.. it likely took a month to heal and was just super
inconvenient as it was hard to eat and impossible to get a date . Lol
However, I did learn an oh, so valuable lesson.. when faced with a situation that is likely to escalate to violence. Swing first, and swing often..
The worst hit ever is always that first shot, while your standing still with your chest out and flat footed. The punches that come once the fighting
starts I. Earnest are rarely very soild.. the vast majority are just grazing blows as it is just monumentally harder to hit someone squarely while
they are ducking, dodging and trying to hit you..
But that first shot when the other guy hesitated and you don’t.. usually decides the fight one way or the other..
So that was the first and last time I hesitated when I was pretty sure it was going down one way or the other..
edit on 12-11-2017 by JoshuaCox because: (no reason given)