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Yes, and I learned a BIG lesson. No, I didn't get my ass kicked....
The other guy had a knife...
I lived in a house in law school with a bunch of peeps (some students, some not). We had this clown who pissed me off over so dumb shit. We argue, he made a move, so I punched him in the face and proceeded to get quite a number of hits on him (I was a knucklehead in middle and high school, so I had the "grab with one arm and punch with the other" down pretty good lol.
He was pretty much a pussy, so I was pretty confident. Anyways, during the fight (which lasted about 20 seconds), blood start falling on my eyes. I was like "WTF??!!" because he didn't land a punch on me. The shit went down fast, because I was just wailing on his face, with a lot of adrenaline. So guys come and break it up, and we all realize that he stabbed me with a 2 inch pocket knife in the stomach and face. Apparently, when I came downstairs to deliver the ass kicking, he had the knife behind his back. After everyone was saying, "WTF did you pull a knife on him for??!!" he started to stammer and you could tell he knew he made a mistake. He started to cry.
I was very fortunate in that he didn't know how to use it. The knife didn't penetrate deep enough to do any damage, but he left a 12 inch scar from the stomach to chest (which is still there). Another fortunate thing was the cuts on the face were at my hairline, so you can't really see them.
Went to the hospital, the cops came, and they asked me if I wanted to file a police report and ask them to pursue the matter further. I declined. He was a student, we got hot headed, and I didn't want him to go to jail. He was scared shitless because he knew he was gonna go to jail. I was also nervous because I was trying to get through law school, and the last thing I needed was to be in the local student paper and having to testify at a trial.
I learned a really big lesson. A fight is NEVER worth it unless my life or the life of a friend/family is in danger. You never know if the other person is armed. I'm actually pretty embarrassed about it. I was a grown ass man, and like some drunk frat boy I tried to "get it on." Now when I go out, I'm always the "walk away guy", and sometimes my friends give me a hard time about being Mr. Peace Pipe (I got some knucklehead friends that always seem to find trouble at the bar). But I don't care. I've learned my lesson.
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