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I still can Rock baby!!!
I detest violence.
I was quite the mean person around 15 years ago, hell the only reason I went into the service was to escape jail time. But this past weekend I found out that I still got what it takes to throw hands. I went home to my parents house and went to a local bar with my brother and some of his buddies from his work. It was like the rainbow coalition two whites, a black, an arab and me and my bro. Now you have to appreciate the moment. My parents live in a small Texas town, in other words RedNeck Central. We go to a local dive, or Pub for you leftests, and all is good. Drinking some beer, playing pool and all is peacefull. Enter from stage left 3 cowboy hat wearing, Rebel flag hankie in the pocket rednecks. They do not bother us, but my spidey sense starts to tingle. You know that feeling you get when someone is mad dogging ya. I tell our party that these guys might be trouble cause they keep looking at the arab guy, and talking really loud about Iraq & Iran. My brother tells me not to say anything, cause I am a little buzzy from the shots I was taking in order to get over how hum drum and boring drinking with my brother and his freinds was. ha ha
So then I go up to the bar to get a round for the fellas and one of the rednecks asks me; "Hey Wetty, you and your sand ****** pal need to watch your backs, Troy here just got back from Iraq."
I go into Defcon 4 baby. I calmly put the beers down, ask the fella named Troy; "What did ya do over there?" His exact words, "Killed Ragheads for Jesus."
I walked away to jeers and other insults; My brother and his buddies wanted to get out, but I told him. "HELL no, we were here first, I am going to mess these guys up, NO ONE CALLS ME WETTY! plus the bartender told me that this Troy guy just got out of Boot, so he was full of it. Well to get to the end of the story ; 30 mins later I was doing pretty good, even my bro & Co. seemed to be relaxed more. Until the ash tray was thrown at the Arab.
Well I got hit a couple of times in the face by a fist, no no, don't worry people, no visible damage so my looks are still GOD LIKE! 
I found out my brother is a chicken and hits like a girl and little ol Troy and his butt buddies, one had a broke nose, the other's hand was broke due to my tiger style death grip.
I detest violence...... but sometimes, it is needed.
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