Welp... I've had it.

[Flavor Bear]

I have never considered leaving society behind so much as I have since two nights ago. Basically what happened is that I got punched in the face for being near a guy who bumped into a car.

I was in the 'Burgh with my brother, getting loaded off PBR, and as we were walking home some guy on the other side of the street fumbles and lands on the hood of a stopped (but running) car. The dude inside, a total "bro" with gelled hair and stupid clothes, flips his sh** and gets out screaming at the top of his lungs. He charges at my brother, hits him and knocks him down, then clocks me in the side of the head (and to literally add insult to injury, he called me fat. C'mon, guy. This is survival fat).
I tried to retaliate but I could barely see straight (from alcohol, not the punch. He was a scrawny punk and probably no more than 19). My brother wasn't nearly as drunk as I was, so he came up swinging and scared the guy off. He went to his car screaming about getting his gun, which we suspected was bull**** but we booked it anyway.

What pissed me off about the situation was that he completely ignored the guy who fell on his car, and went for the smallest guy around, my brother.
Luckily my brother is tough as sh**, but it was just a disgusting display of human failure.
I haven't had much faith in humanity for the past decade (cynical youth and all), but that incident just made me sad.
The guy probably got laid later because he punched a couple of drunk guys in front of a chick he was with, and we got torn clothing and skinned knuckles.

In the wild, if you get attacked it's because you're either a threat or potential food. And with the proper knowledge it's simple to avoid that situation.
Who expects to be accosted for walking home through a generally safe neighborhood?

[FVR]

Wow, moral of that story, don't get drunk. You where volnerable, he picked up on it, and used it to his advantage.

You were in an environment, you were handicapped, you were not prepared to handle what happened.

Be grateful he did not have a gun on his person.

Be aware of your environment at all times.


I had a gent last wed. walk up to me and told me to give him 50 cents. I told him no in a polite way. He then made his statement again, I pulled off my sunglasses, looked him straight in the eyes, big guy with a buddy, and told him no, that I had a wife and two kids and I need my money. He stared for about 10 seconds, not good.

I was at a site and had to go spend another 2 hours down in the woods. So, I took stock of my environment, waited an extra 1/2 hour for he and his buddy to leave, strapped on the Kabar, also had two other knives on my person, backed the truck down to where I had to go, so the truck was pointing out of the woods and proceeded to work. Being 110% aware of every noise, movement that was going on.

Kind of neet as sometimes, you just forget what goes on in the woods when you're working.

[Rick]

Sadly, FVR is right. I've talked about efferent clues before on here. We are all pretty keen about picking up on them.

Blaming all of society for the stupid conduct of an individual is analogous to swearing off grapes because one was bitter. Blame the stupid conduct of the individual instead.

I'm glad things didn't turn out any worse for you than it did. A lousy way to end the evening for sure.

[Flavor Bear]

Yeah, an environment where the streets are filled with hundreds of other bar patrons milling about. He didn't pick up on anything, he was just some teenage ***** who went after the smallest guy around. The guy who fell on his car was 6'4 and strapping.

Society is entirely to blame as far as I'm concerned. That is, the upper echelons of society where the most privileged have a sense of entitlement that makes them think they don't have to treat others with any amount of respect.

[Rick]

Still, the point is valid. The smallest guy was at a disadvantage. He still picked up on that despite the number of folks on the street.

[Flavor Bear]

I'm not arguing any points that I shouldn't let my guard down by getting drunk; I rarely do and that has actually been the only time I got drunk away from the safety of home.

In fact, if this were an isolated incident I would probably let it go, but it happens way too much among young men, specifically in my circles of lower-middle and lower class guys aged 20-30. And it sounds bitter and petty, but it's always guys with expensive cars and trendy clothing giving **** to people who just want to be left alone. It happens all the time to people I know and I see it happening to people I don't know.

This thread was a bad idea. I'm getting political about it. Sorry folks.

[FVR]

Flavor Bear,

How old are you? Just curious.

I can't feel bad for you. Been there, done that. Been jumped by three guys walking out a bar, sucker punched, luckily I managed to get to my feet, punch one guy in the throat, one in the groin, and rip the big guys earrings out.

When the big guy just stood there bleeding...........I ran like he ll.

It's survival, not just in the woods but in everyday life.

This guy put a whoopin on you and your brother. Imagine the stories he is telling. If you were not drunk, chances are, it would not have happened.

One more thing, alcohol dulls your senses. Your senses were dull enough that he took you both out. You don't know what he was thinking.

But then, I was not there.

[crashdive123]

Flavor Bear - Please don't take offense, but I agree with the others. As Remy said "different animal". It really makes no difference if you're surrounded by trees an wild, four legged animals....or buildings and wild, two legged animals that happen to wear clothing. You've got to be prepared for the environment that you are in.

I take it you really aren't a reverend as your profile suggests?

[Flavor Bear]

23, and I'm certainly not looking for anyone to feel bad for me. I do feel the need, just for my own male ego, to point out that "put a whoopin" and "took you out" are a bit inaccurate, as I didn't go down when he hit me and my brother only fell because the guy rushed him.

(actually am a reverend but only qualified to officiate at weddings)

[FVR]

Yeh, and that fight I had with the three Jarheads that jumped me, I won it.

I walked away, well, ran. Two of them were out, the big guy, hey, he was big and did not count.

But the next day, when I woke up, looked in the mirror, black and blue and swollen from head to toe.

But they did not put a whoop'n on me. LOL.

[Rick]

About that age. Bystander. Big guy and smaller guy get into argument. Big guy takes off his coat and tosses it to the smaller guy.

"Here. Wrestle that for while. Once you decide you can whip it give me a yell."

I thought that was a great line.

[Flavor Bear]

FVR, don't be like that. If I were out to bull**** people on how tough I was, I could make up a way better story than this crap.

[Rick]

No one thinks your BSing us. Fights are a lot like Vegas. No body looses.

[Flavor Bear]

Just too bad he didn't give me a chance to say anything, because I am so clever when I am drunk. At least it seems that way.

[FVR]

Flavor Bear,

I am not saying that you are bull...... people about how tough you are. Not at all. All I'm saying that is you were not paying attention to your environment, you were drunk, and some punk took advantage of it.

It happens. Don't sweat it. Next time, be ready.

[Flavor Bear]

That's a given. From now on I'm getting drunk at home like a respectable alcoholic. I was paying attention and taking all the care I would walking through the city sober, actually. Avoiding the dark underpasses, careful on the curbs, no eye contact with the crazies, I had all my mental faculties about me, just not the physical ones.
And the one precaution I did take paid off. I left my knife at home because I didn't want to mess around with it while I was out drinking. If I had it, I probably would have pulled it and the guy probably would haven taken it and stabbed me.

[Rick]

because I am so clever when I am drunk. At least it seems that way.

LOL! That's funny.

What we hear when we're drunk:
"Yo mama's so ugly, well.. look at you!
"Yo mama's so ugly, when she looks in the mirror, the reflection ducks."
"Yo mama's so ugly, her shadow quit."

What others hear when we're drunk:
"Yo mama!....Who's got my beer? What? Oh, yea."
"Yo mama's so ugly, I am a duck."
"Yo mama's so ugly.....Who's got my beer?"

[FVR]

Well,

A gun ain't worth crap without the bullets.

[Flavor Bear]

LOL! That's funny.

What we hear when we're drunk:
"Yo mama's so ugly, well.. look at you!
"Yo mama's so ugly, when she looks in the mirror, the reflection ducks."
"Yo mama's so ugly, her shadow quit."

What others hear when we're drunk:
"Yo mama!....Who's got my beer? What? Oh, yea."
"Yo mama's so ugly, I am a duck."
"Yo mama's so ugly.....Who's got my beer?"

Well, mine is closer to trying to convince strangers that I am the ambassador to Portugal.

[wareagle69]

one of the main reasons i do not drink, i always want to be ready for anything, why i hate being sick don't feel in control. i guess i am one of the lucky ones being 6'4" and 234lbs well muscled full of tatoos and have the 1000 yard stare, i can walk thru a group of hostiles and they do not jump, i have empathy for those who cannot intimidate the way i do(sometimes intentally) most often not.