Tant01 made an excellent point by implying that you shouldn't be starting trouble. I've got a story that proves the same point, which is also anti intoxication. My two friends and I went to a place that is know for two things: Lots of beautiful women, and lots of juice heads. As we were arriving my one friend, who was already drunk, spoke about picking a fight, but I thought that he was kidding. So first we get in and hang out for about an hour, and then he gets kicked out for slapping some girlfriends butt. Then, we're outside, and someone supposedly spits on his car. Arguing, posturing. Then it's gets broken up. We all start driving out of there. I'm in a seperate car from my 2 friends who were behind me. So we're driving on this dark road that lead to the club when my friends realize that the kids that we had problems with from the parking lot are following us and honking there horn. I didn't hear them because I had the music playing. But my drunken friend calls and tells me to pull over. I thought this was so he could lead the way back to his house. Then, after about 15 seconds pass I realize that my drunken friend is about to get it on with this roid head in the street. Without thinking I take off my seat belt, and jump out of the car window, because the door wouldn't open fast enough, and run over to see my one friend getting his face pounded as his arms hang lifelessly to his sides while he is in a seated position. I hit the kid who's beating on him, staggering him long enough to get off of him. When I see my friends face it looks like raw meat. All mangled. I pick him up, and watch him stumble over to my car. I turn to tell the roid head that I don't want to fight, and get this...the kid actually listened. We stopped fighting, as he told his friends to get off of my other one. I thought everything was over, but my other friend had to run his mouth until the roid head punched him in it. Then the police and ambulance started to come towards us, so we started to leave. The ambulance and cop passed right by us. They were going there to stop a different fight.
Man there must've been about 10 fights every weekend night there. But the main lesson learned was that I can stop a fight by talking my way out of it. Sometimes you just have to surrender your ego to the other guy. He says that he can kick your ass, then let him say that. Hell, even tell him that he probably can. It'll aviod what can lead to death, or some other danger. Needless to say that I'm no longer friends with those guys. Getting drunk and starting trouble is not my idea of a good time.
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