well, the last time I engaged in any violence was a couple years ago in this little hole in the wall bar.
I used to live around the corner from the place so I was in there all the time and I was pretty friendly with the owner and his family.
Anyway, I'm in there one night and some young guy's hassling Jamie (the owner's daughter waitressed for him) so the owner has a couple words with him. (this guy's in his 70's) well, the guy gets a little shitty yelling at Ron (the owner, who surprisingly didn't lose his temper)about how he'd kick the old mans ass, and he's studied something (I can't remember what he said, prolly karate) and that "You don't know anyting about me old man!"
Now, this a 23-24 year old guy threatening a 70 year old stick man.So I called down the bar to Ron and asked him if he wanted me to escort the guy out. Ron asks the guy if there's going to be any trouble and the guy looks down at me and says "No man, we're cool".
O.K., so the festivities continue on, about an hour or so later, Ron's sitting at the bar having a beer with me and this guy comes over to try and plead his case about how he's really not a bad guy and he just got mad because Ron talked to him like piece of shit.
Ron was having none of it, he simply told the guy that he wouldn't get any respect from him if he acted like a stupid punk. Well, apparently that wasn't what the guy wanted to hear. He said something to Ron, then shoved the old man off his barstool.
I snatched the guy up and Ron's yelling "Get him the fuck outta here before I call the police", so I drag the guy outside the whole time telling him how fucking stupid it was to put his hands on the owner and when I let him go, he took a swing at me. Well, to put it simply, I beat the shit outta that idiot. He caught a head butt to the face, a leg sweep, and then a straight palm strike to the face and he was done. I left him in the parking lot and went back inside to finish my beer.
Shit like that used to happen in there all the time... I'd say there was some kind of scuffle at least once a month. Thankfully, I wasn't involved in too many of them. I was kind of a default bouncer along with a couple other guys so people didn't start with us too often.
here's another one, this ones pretty funny.
I'm in there one night and my buddy Doug was in there, I'm on the other side of th bar and I hear Doug fukkin screaming at someone, so I wander over and ask rather loudly "What's goin' on Doug, We fighting?" I'm not kidding, as soon as I say it I hear from behind me "Do we got a problem?" I turn around and there's a freakin' behemoth standing there looking incredilby unhappy. (I'm not kidding this guy was at elast 6'6" and all of 350 lbs of pissed off biker) I looked him straight in the face and said "God, I hope not." Which was apparently the right thing to say 'cuz he started laughing his ass off and even bought me a beer. Guess what his nickname was.... 'Tiny'.
Tiny actually turned out to be a pretty cool guy, and we ended up drinking buddies after that.