Been in only three fights as an adult. I was about 25, and dating this bartender chick who was working in a shithole in the excelsior of SF. Hanging at the bar waiting for her to get off, and the other bartender, this big dude, asks me "want to see me kick somebody's ass?" Like a fool I follow him outside and there are four cholos. He talks them down and they decide not to fight and bartender dude slips back into the bar, leaving me there. I get cold cocked but don't go down. I took their advice to "go back in the bar MFer"
Another time an Aussie hassled my bandmate's wife outside a gig, and I popped him and gave him a kick which landed in a sensitive area. Ended the incident, lost the gig.
Last one my mom calls and says her husband is pushing her around. I see red, drive over there and land a few punches and threw him into a concrete wall. Lots of blood. Ambulance took him away. I didn't feel good about it, even though he deserved it. None were real fights really. I'd rather not get my ass kicked or accidentally kill someone. I try to keep calm, especially on the road, where people commit outrages daily. Breathe.
I was in a band with a Samoan dude. Great guy, but loved to scrap as much as he liked to f%6k. One night he picks up a broad and takes her home. Next gig boyfriend shows up. We are playing loud as sh!t and I see him talking with BF on the dance floor. BF is a head taller and 75lbs heavier. I think my buddy is toast. I'm thinking I'm glad I didn't take the chick home. Next thing I know my buddy is on top of the dude and over the roar of the band I hear his fists connecting with the dude's face. BF never had a chance. Made mental note-"never get in a fight with him, or mention how pretty his sister is". Poor guy died in his forties of cancer. He got a lot of poon and beat a lot of ass.