Grew up with a friend who was a serious brawler. We would all go to the Catalyst in Santa Cruz to see bands. My friend Ray went to get in fights. Saw him knock this big valley guys teeth out one night. Saw him get his jaw broken and end up with his mouth wired shut on another night.The last "fight" I was in as an adult was on my 21st birthday.
Was out with a friend, it was a weeknight and house music night. We had met a slightly older female at a bar down the street where we had been shooting pool, she went along with us casually to hang out. So the three of us are dancing, I go and sit down at the bar.
A guy who I semi recognized as a ogrely bouncer from another bar in the area (he was probably about 6'5 and 250lbs) comes up and says in my ear, angrily, something to the effect of "if you know what's good for you you'll stay away from her." He's wearing a black wifebeater and clearly supposed to be working.
So I'm kinda puzzled, continue sitting at the bar. My buddy is still dancing with the woman on the dancefloor. At some point a bit later my friend and I are leaving alone...I step out of the front door and the ogre appears in front of me, says "I told you to stay away from her!" and punches me hard enough in the head that I was KO'd flat on my back.
He then apparently ran off somewhere into the night. When I came to I vomited.
That was the only "fight" I've been in as an adult.
A couple of the old school locals. They thrived on conflict.