so tonight i dodged yet another fist fight, that makes it 8/8 when going out to bars in a specific part of town... its almost a running joke at this point 
im thinking its almost my fault as this has become a common trend
there's an area of Fresno where everyone thinks that they're cage fighters... its the rich area... you're pretty much guaranteed to see every single guy wearing a "Tapout" or "Affliction" style shirt with their overly trendy, almost feminite jeans... and as stated, something about me tends to set these guys off... not sure if its my mellow "i don't give a fuck" personality that i give off thats intimidating or, sadly, if they've become extremely insecure over my tattoos, because i almost literally mind my own business and have been offered as many fights for no apparent or rational reason to this point... the outcome is usually fairly entertaining for me as all of them have been severely lacking either the intelligence or brain cells to respond to specific comments appropriately and ended with them walking away feeling very stupid...
... i digress...
so tonight me +3 friends are sitting at a random inconspicuous table inside of said bar, minding our own business and having a time of ourselves when a little muscle midget comes up and offers up a fight. for the first 3 minutes we're assuming that he wants us to help him beat someone else up, which was kind of funny but sad at the same time... then it comes out... for some off the wall reason, he wants a fair, 1 on 1 fight with 1 of us... i'm assuming he was very drunk or very afraid because we did a pretty good job of declining his offer while throwing in a few good insults with no result...
fast forward 30 minutes, with normal bar happenings and random mingling with various strangers also there to have a good time...
mr. muscles comes back over to our table... at this point we realize he's been eves dropping on our convo all night and states that "you guys have been talking really loud about fighting", not true by the way***scroll lower for cliffs notes of said fight convo***, and slams a $20 down on the table and offers yet another fight... this time its us 4 against him and his 1 friend... again after declining with a few random insults thrown in he leaves, surprisingly apologetic... which is new to me... we finish our drinks and leave 20-30 minutes later with no further interuptions in our fun
im confused only in that this is the first time it hasn't come to at least a little push or shove... it was almost like a gentlemans challenge... minus the slap across the face with a small white glove... i guess i have to respect the guy in the sense that he wasn't blindly insulting. this was the first time that it seemed like it wasn't a Type A personality wannabe trying to overcompensate/showing off for all of the girls kind of a thing... odd none the less... and sad though at the same time... i'm actually really proud of my friend because usually he's the one that gets us into to trouble and runs his mouth... tonight... not so much
this is the main reason i haven't been out to any bars in a few months and why i probably wont be going out for a while. i don't like fighting, as fun as it can be... it's not fun getting punched for 1 and 2... i don't like hurting people over stupid reasons
***the conversation went almost as follows... 2 of my friends were wearing near identical t-shirts and made a statement in regards to either 1 of them changing their shirts as not to look like a gay couple or they were gonna have to get into a fight to show everyone that they weren't gay... all in fun, no seriousness in gay bashing or in getting into an actual fight***
i wanted to share a picture for all to enjoy... its my new favorite picture for a while... i nostalgia'd hard on this one as it's one of my favorite games and movies from my youthful innocence combined into one awesome picture... sadly i wish i could take credit for shooping it myself
anyways... time for bed. i have to work a 24 hour shift starting at 6 and i need at least a small nap before i walk into hell
im thinking its almost my fault as this has become a common trendthere's an area of Fresno where everyone thinks that they're cage fighters... its the rich area... you're pretty much guaranteed to see every single guy wearing a "Tapout" or "Affliction" style shirt with their overly trendy, almost feminite jeans... and as stated, something about me tends to set these guys off... not sure if its my mellow "i don't give a fuck" personality that i give off thats intimidating or, sadly, if they've become extremely insecure over my tattoos, because i almost literally mind my own business and have been offered as many fights for no apparent or rational reason to this point... the outcome is usually fairly entertaining for me as all of them have been severely lacking either the intelligence or brain cells to respond to specific comments appropriately and ended with them walking away feeling very stupid...
... i digress...
so tonight me +3 friends are sitting at a random inconspicuous table inside of said bar, minding our own business and having a time of ourselves when a little muscle midget comes up and offers up a fight. for the first 3 minutes we're assuming that he wants us to help him beat someone else up, which was kind of funny but sad at the same time... then it comes out... for some off the wall reason, he wants a fair, 1 on 1 fight with 1 of us... i'm assuming he was very drunk or very afraid because we did a pretty good job of declining his offer while throwing in a few good insults with no result...
fast forward 30 minutes, with normal bar happenings and random mingling with various strangers also there to have a good time...
mr. muscles comes back over to our table... at this point we realize he's been eves dropping on our convo all night and states that "you guys have been talking really loud about fighting", not true by the way***scroll lower for cliffs notes of said fight convo***, and slams a $20 down on the table and offers yet another fight... this time its us 4 against him and his 1 friend... again after declining with a few random insults thrown in he leaves, surprisingly apologetic... which is new to me... we finish our drinks and leave 20-30 minutes later with no further interuptions in our fun
im confused only in that this is the first time it hasn't come to at least a little push or shove... it was almost like a gentlemans challenge... minus the slap across the face with a small white glove... i guess i have to respect the guy in the sense that he wasn't blindly insulting. this was the first time that it seemed like it wasn't a Type A personality wannabe trying to overcompensate/showing off for all of the girls kind of a thing... odd none the less... and sad though at the same time... i'm actually really proud of my friend because usually he's the one that gets us into to trouble and runs his mouth... tonight... not so much
this is the main reason i haven't been out to any bars in a few months and why i probably wont be going out for a while. i don't like fighting, as fun as it can be... it's not fun getting punched for 1
and 2... i don't like hurting people over stupid reasons***the conversation went almost as follows... 2 of my friends were wearing near identical t-shirts and made a statement in regards to either 1 of them changing their shirts as not to look like a gay couple or they were gonna have to get into a fight to show everyone that they weren't gay... all in fun, no seriousness in gay bashing or in getting into an actual fight***
i wanted to share a picture for all to enjoy... its my new favorite picture for a while... i nostalgia'd hard on this one as it's one of my favorite games and movies from my youthful innocence combined into one awesome picture... sadly i wish i could take credit for shooping it myself
anyways... time for bed. i have to work a 24 hour shift starting at 6 and i need at least a small nap before i walk into hell
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