Dad - shot 7 times - lived
Marcus - tendons in hand sliced by knife by some asshole
John - shot with a .22 - lived
Bart - hit in the head with a piece of steel - went in to a coma and never came out of it.
Tony - slashed across the gut with a knife - died
Danny - hit in the head with a bat - cracked his skull from front to back - lived but mentally retarded
Will - shot in the head - lost his eye but lived
All friends and family members.
So yeah, I don't play games when someone threatens me.
I don't start shit, I don't talk shit. But I certainly will end it quickly. Bottom line is, you don't get into bar fights, period. You either leave, or you take them out in as short a time as it takes. You want to spar? Go to a gym. You start shit in a bar, you best know that you may very well end up dead or maimed for life.
For the want to be pacifists who actually claim to have BEEN to a bar and claim to be non-violent, here's your scenario.
You are shooting pool with your buddies. Guy comes by one of the tables your drinks are sitting on. Sets down an empty beer bottle. Picks up your full beer and starts drinking it. You (with a look of incredulity on your face): "Hey man, that's my beer." Him: Suddenly angry and in your face. "You calling me a thief? Mother fucker I'll cut your fucking ass!" He reaches back into his back pocket.
What are you doing Mr. Pacifist? Let me guess. You raise both hands and start backing away saying "Hey man, I don't want any trouble, what the fuck?" Right?
Yeah. That's exactly what Marcus did. He still can't use his hand properly after the guy brought the knife out anyhow and slashed one of those raised open hands through the tendons and to the bone.
Glad you all live in Disney World. Real world, real shit happens whether you are a "psychotic aggressive" or not.
