Sorry, I've shortened this as much as possible but still a long post follows.
#Cliffs: I punch two dudes, one runs off with shattered nose, the other gets KO'd,...then we become friends.
The last time I recall intentionally hitting someone with my fists would've been my early 20s, -so around late 2000s.
One night at a mates party I'd noticed two random cunts outside, obviously bailing up someone who I couldn't see around the corner of the house, at back of the property.
*I used to be an absolute - out of control - fuckin dick, and where/who I'd spent my teens to mid-twenties around, fighting was just a necessity.
Who I am now, will not allow me to deny that at the time, I can clearly recall being legitimately stoked by this opportunity to bash two stupid fuckers,...just for the fun of it.
Firstly, young me used my words, but apparently my soothing insults must've upset them something fierce, lol, they swiftly set upon me.
Fuck knows why, but I recall chuckling initially as they came at me, which briefly turned into a loud, probably evil or stupid sounding, laugh as the scrawnier one copped a nose shattering straight left.
Which didn't really do much except for the shattered nose and gushing blood, abruptly ending his participation, he hastily stumbled out of sight.
The other cunt was much more solidly built and to my surprise he turned out to be a reasonably capable fighter.
Suffice to say, he had some rather decent grappling skills.
We exchanged several glancing blows, briefly grappled, but he quickly demonstrated his superior skill and had young me locked in some sorta cunty forward facing chokehold.
He must've thought he had young me dead to rights, coz he simply held this choke tightly, but the fact is it failed to inhibit my breathing, only enraging young me further, until breaking free.
Apparently he was immediately clocked & KO'd by an unintended reactionary straight right to the face, (less of a punch and more of push to create distance)
I hadn't even registered the KO at first, it was dark and he'd sorta teetered upright a bit before fully toppling from a cheeky left hook I'd thrown as a distraction from the right uppercut that was following. (which failed to connect since he was already in free fall.)
Actually felt really fuckin bad immediately after this, despite practically the entire party witnessing this and cheering.
This was the first time I found my-self fully conscious of being absolutely disgusted by my hateful choices of actions and after catching my breath, sought to help this dude out.
We actually became quite good mates since then, though due to the complexities of my current circumstances we've not caught up in about 20+ months now.
