I was a non functioning alcoholic and ran with some rough types in my late teens/early 20s and have both kicked ass and had my ass kicked. Mostly drunken barfights.
One time someone legitimately mistook me for someone else and started cussing at me, so I started cussing back and pushed him to the ground. He got up and did a really neat move actually where he faked a kick and then socked me right in the cheek, knocked me on my ass. I apologized, got up, we figured out the misunderstanding and he bought me a beer.
I got jumped out of nowhere by two guys on my way home in the night. It sucked. Couldn’t get it out of my mind for the next six months or so.
Shit, that had to suck. Did they rob you?
No. And it was really also only one good sucker punch, so definitely could have come worse. What messed me up mentally too was that it happened like 200m from my appartment.
I got socked trying to break up a 5 man brawl at a steak n shake.
Pulled a guy off another guy and he turned around and punched me in the eye. That was right before someone threw a chair through one of the windows.
Everyone just kinda stopped after that and the dude that punched me apologized.
That was kind of the end of the whole ordeal as everyone just kinda left real quick.
The only person I have ever punched and been actually punched by is my brother. I forget what we were yelling at in our apartment but we’re twins. We got each other in headlocks and just traded punches to the dome. I’m sure that looked like a cartoon from an outside perspective.
Threw a man’s belongings off a train because he was listening to music without headphones.
Worth it.
You’re doing God’s work.
You, uh… you ok bro?
I was maybe a little inebriated, and he was very rude.
He had to wait for the next train, and I had a sore jaw for a week. Mild inconveniences al round. I think everyone got what they deserved.
I work with aggressive teenagers, so once or twice a year.
Does getting knocked out by walking into a glass door count? Broke my nose, btw.
You are a powerful walker
Not as powerful as the glass door, though.
Get busy walking or get busy dying. #volkswalk
This made me laugh out loud and now my wife wants to know what was funny… Thank you.
I signed up for it (Muay Thai)
Got punched over the counter while working at a liquor store. The dude had been 6 times already that day to get our cheapest/highest ABV Beer and was back for more when suddenly he decided the price was too high. He argued with me (working solo at the time) and things escalated to the point where he pooped me in the nose. I was able to dodge most of the force of it due to the distance and his drunkenness, but he got the tip of my nose with a clumsy naymaker.
After he hit me he suddenly had a realization about what he’d done and he ran away as I threatened to call the cops (an empty threat, I live in America and only call the cops when someone might die because calling the American cops might be the cause of someone’s death). Never saw him again.
The kicker is that he’d already paid for his beer when he started the argument and forgot to grab it as he ran.
I like to box, but I’m also not super good at it so multiple times.
Many many times. Because I boxed. Nothing more fun than being punched in the face under the right conditions.
Yeah. Super drunk dude who got thrown out of a bar decided everyone was on his shitlist. Apparently, he was known to the cops. I was standing outside and dude ran up in punched me. I hadn’t said a word to him the whole night. Not sure why he picked me. He appeared to be coked out, so there’s that. He was arrested for something else (DV, I think) not long after.
When I was 22 y.o. I punched someone from the rival team in a football match until he fell to the floor because he pushed a teammate into a rocky slope after the ball was out of play. I got expelled from the league (and the match obviously). I got kicked and punched but not in the face by the rest of his teammates.
If you’re counting early 20’s as “adult” then yeah, although looking back, I acted nothing like an adult. Adults don’t get into fistfights in the tavern parking lot.
I worked with adults with developmental disabilities in my early adult life, specifically those with behavioral issues and some with gang affiliations (some of them may have been on the spectrum or may not have but used our program as a way out of jail/prison).
I got punched in the chest, spit in the face, threatened with stabbing, and more. I’m sure at some point I was either slapped or punched in the face too.
Only by the dog, who didn’t really mean it.
