Did this turn anyone else on?

This may come as a surprise to you being it's me and all.........

but yes.

April 2000. Post WSP in Huntsville, AL - Von Braun Center. It was the last show of their's I ever saw, and ever plan to see. I snuck in, took some X, drank a bunch of beer and snorted some coke. Pretty much by the numbers WSP attendee.

I was at some bar downtown and was sitting at a bar booth enjoying the company of a nice young blonde and some douche-bag stepped between she and I and started talking to her. She taps me on the leg giving me the "who the fuck is this guy, and why haven't you said anything yet" look. So, I obviously at this point I'm beyond sloshed, feeling good on some speedy X, so I stand up say, "What the fuck is your problem", and then I take a swing. Pretty sure I landed one solid fist to the jawbone, he starts swinging and I duck and move, and I think some redneck-girl bartender broke it up and kicks the guy out.

Cut to 30 min. later, the guy shows back up in the bar trying to "apologize" to me. I tell him to suck it and I don't want his fuckin' apology, so we get into a stare down and I think he leaves.

- this next part is what my friends told me happened-
I walk out of the bar to leave and he is standing there being the benevolent drunk guy, so what do I do? Punch him in the face, of course.... He finally lands a good one, knocks me to the ground (dude is about 6'2", 240 & I'm 6'6" and pushing 280 at the time). That was the end of him. Not 1/2 second after my big ass hit the ground, then 2 of my buddies (one of them happens to wear a gigantic ring, just for these type of occasions) go wailing on this fucker. Pretty sure we left him bloodied and bruised. I woke up the next morning with a swollen jaw and a broken memory of the night before.

There you have it.

4th grade - a guy in my class stole a book from me (I witnessed the theft) and refused to give it back or admit guilt. I grabbed him and threw him into a wall. He punched me once. I punched back.

I don't think I've ever been in a full-on fight.

26 years ago---5th grade. Jonathan Baumgartner. I don't remember what we were fighting about, but I kicked his ass. I saw him 4 years later when we were both freshman at different high schools---he had already completed puberty and had grown at least 8 more inches and gained 30 more pounds than I had. Needless to say, I avoided him that day, and haven't seen him since.

JB---if you're reading this, no hard feelings, man.

none for me. i'm a skinny fuck but no one really ever picked on me much. plus i'm pretty mellow and low key...

thats what i figured

I take it you've been in none and have complete control over yourself? What a big boy! Sounds like this "opinion" is unfounded unless you can come up with an instance or two where you can back this up.