I got into a fight last night. In your mind fighting is always movie style, with precision blows and dramatic sprays of blood and such. Never in real life. I made one swing that was from so far away the guy had time to order another drink whilst waiting for it, though he made better use of the time and ducked. My fist crashed into a stone wall, removing a great deal of skin from my knuckle.
We'd always been told to make straight punches, you're more likely to hit something - but when I'm 'in the moment' that sort of thinking is a few floors above where my brain is currently shopping. It's barbaric, it's not big and it's not clever, but I was just trying to stop him. Permanently or temporarily, either would do.
I have bruising all over my chest, and I think the ribs I broke during the summer are gone again - though it's hard to tell, what with the general all over pain thing going on. A nice bruise/cut on my jaw which is going to look great in coming weeks and will make me extra-employable I think.
The other guy, who shall remain nameless, is fine. He spent the night in hospital with a major concussion and mild shock. But today he's fine. His mother is very dissapointed in us both, and is refusing to cook my lunch.
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