fight

first off, i'm not proud of this.  and i never initiated...

but i got in a fight yesterday. 

two, actually.

really. two. 

it's wild. when two men go at it. 

whaddya call it? fisticuffs?

but there's no rules. no outa bounds. no un-sportsmanlike conduct. hook and jab and throw a right-cross and hopefully you're not drunk and it lands. connects.

and i connected.

hard.

he went down. then a loopy left and i think i clipped his head and it hurt my hand.

he hit the deck-jaw jacked.

i took a knee and choked him out. 

rear-naked choke.

like perfect. didn't even think about it.

musta been jiu jitsu training a few years back

and he gagged. gurgled. i felt his pulse on my bicep.  and he went limp. just gave up. 

acquiesced. submitted. 

his friends should be ashamed. they watched. that's all. 

guess these guys were Woman Studies majors.

probably never experienced this before. a real shocker.

so he went limp as i choked him out, and i coulda done anything i wanted.

anything.

i didn't though. i went nice.

funny because as soon as he went out, everybody started yelling at me.

like i was a bad guy.

didn't expect that. did not at all.

the other fight was fairly lackluster. 

we wont discuss the lead up, but it ended with me clipping a man's cheek with my fist.

and another wild left. 

i went careening to the concrete.

hard.

and he fell on me.

hard.

and i kept punching. he got up and barked some bravado bullshit and walked off. 

that was it. no glory. no cowardice. painfully obvious we weren't professionals.

the end.

i wont see either of them again, i think.

but they will remember.

and so will i.