[batreleaser]

Who here has been in a real good fight? Whether you kicked ass or got your ass kicked is not important. I like getting in fights once in a while, it's quite liberating, and was a very normal thing to do where I grew up. I took boxing lessons for three years and have studied fighting here and there, and there really is a bit of an artform behind the various styles of fighting. I can't fucking stand when people claim to be anti-violence, anti-fighting, whatever, and then seem to always carry out thier grudges verbally behind people's backs. Letting the bad feelings linger on far longer than they ever should. A good fist fight is a way of resolving differences in a quick and easy fasion. So, tell us about a good fist fight.

Summer 2006; I was in Tucson for the first time for University of Arizona orientation. I was staying at a Marriot hotel with my parents, and there I met some kids also there for orientation. That night we went out and got real real wasted, as kids getting to know eachother will often do. We met a girl who's brother was in some fraternity, where she said we could go because she knew the two brothers staying there for the summer. So we went, drank, blah blah. The whole night one of the frat brothers was talking shit on my v neck t shirt for whatever reason. Not wanting to look like a raging pussy in front of these kids I just met, I decided I would take action. As we left, I went up to the frat asshole and said, "Thanks for having us" and he said, "No problem fag boy". I then instantly clenched my fist and hit him in the nose, square. He fell down, and then I just hit him over and over.He was going to be a senior, and I was going to be a freshman, so the severe and justified beating I gave this cocky asshole felt phenomenal. When school started I was pretty nervous that I'd have the entire Beta fraternity wanting me dead, but as it turned out, the guy must have been so humiliated he never mentioned it to any of the other guys. Just the pther guy who was there. I even saw him on campus a couple times that year and he never said a word. He was a pussy, plain and simple.

My brother and I have also been known to get into massive, bloody fist fights from when we were little to even ocassionaly now. Pretty strange but I prolly owe a lot of my ability to pack a punch to my brother. It just sucks that when we were little I used to beat the shit out of him easily, I was older. A funny thing I remember is that when I used to beat on my little brother, he would immediately go to throw my cd tower over because he knew how meticulous I was about the order they were in (chronological I believe), haha. Now though, I only weigh about 150-160 lbs, sometimes lower than 150 if I've been partying too much or something, and he weighs 210. He kills me now. Oh well.