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I would guess that it has been about 15 years. When I was in my early 20's I wrote for a music magazine. You hang out at enough clubs where people are drinking and eventually something is bound to happen.
Long story short, I was with some guys from a band and as we were leaving a girl came up and asked for autographs and pictures with the band. They were cool and signed her shirt and posed for pics then they were talking to her. Her drunk ass boyfriend came up and started yelling at the guys that she was taken. Both she and the band were trying to explain to him that she was just getting pics because she was a fan. He got more and more pissed and I told him nothing was going on and he should just calm down.
I don't know if it was the way I said it or what, but he got irate with me. He takes a swing, but is drunk as hell so I slightly duck and it goes way over my head. I move left and throw a right. I hit him in the side of the head. It was a lame punch, no force behind it because I was moving, but he was so drunk and off balance he fell face first into a building and slid to the sidewalk. He just sat on the sidewalk telling me what a dick I was.
The best part was as we left his girlfriend got him up, said sorry to us and we could hear her say to him, "Why do you drink in public? Every time you drink in public you end up getting your ass kicked and I'm sicking of dealing with your drunk, beat up ass."
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