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I had a guy swing me in the air by my hair one time and I have a chipped back tooth to show for it. Also, it looked like I had been in an car accident. The guy had intimidated my friend and my friend backed down, if you call being a simpering coward "backing down". True, the guy was huge. Me being me, and me being very drunk, I got all in his face. That's pretty much all I remember. Supposedly while he was swinging me in the air by my scalp he was saying "come on" to my friend. Who did nothing.
The closest I came was when I was 17 and I got mugged on 110th st and Central Park North, and 6 or 7 guys were kickin me while I was down. I wasn't fighting back, and they really weren't trying to put me in the hospital, so I came out of it without a scratch.
I'd feel pretty horrible about beating on a bum like that, though I guess the guy did pull a knife on him. When I was 15, some bum tried to rob me on my block. He grabbed my shirt and demanded my wallet, I just pushed him away and told him to fuck off. He left. I was bigger than him anyways. Everytime I've almost gotten in a real fight I've always defused the situation, I'm generally pretty calm.
I once got beat up bad by a guy about half my size. I'm 6'4". I don't even know what the little guy did. Some people told me he flipped me. I sometimes wish I had a video of it.
It was awesome. I have a scar that allows me to think of it every time I look in the mirror, which is also awesome.
It's Raining - what is it with drunk animals? I swear, I was crossing the street one night, when two deer in a Jeep almost run me down. Lucky for me, they swerved at the last second and rammed into a guard rail.
But get this - the deer riding shotgun turns toward me and tosses a half-filled bottle of bourbon at my heade, knocking me out. I needed eleven stitches for that.