That Samoan bashed me in the back of the head at a flea market held in the parking lot of the Pro Bowl and pretty much had his way until I got him off me. My whole face was bashed pitiful...but I never saw the initial punch cuz the guy just walked up behind me and hit me..and I'd say he went 300-350 lbs. I found him in that local bar a couple weeks later after I had healed up and returned the favor with a glass ash tray (that was about 12 inch in diameter..one of those with a big thick bottom) to the back of the noggin....and then I stomped til they threw me out the exit. But, the exit happened to be next to the entrance, so I immediately ran back through the entrance and kicked him right between the eyes for good measure. Then I got carted off to jail and my Sgt. had to come get me. I never had no more trouble outta that guy again tho. Matt sometimes mis-tells it...hahaOriginally Posted by Ironlung
Was this the locals only bar you kept trying to get into.You can thank Matt for that story.
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