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I fought four men last night, single handed, to a draw. really they were worse off than i was. Turns out that alot of people have something against the guy that started it. i wish i could see myself taking off my belt and wrapping it around my fist. Aside from a short lived scuffle with another gaggle of dude bros in dallas, this was the first fight ive been in. I liked it, i hope its the last time though. I liked the feeling of taking hits to the head, but knowing that they werent serious at all, that i could take them, and to just keep on smashing this kids face. This kid who im clinging to to keep the blows off my soft parts. I liked leaving one to demolish the other, and seeing the look of sick regret on his face before i brought it to the parking lot. And the sweet vindication of playing the crowds favorite. wow i say