A fight You Were In

Chris Taylor

As I playfully wrestled with some guy he became very frustrated because I was winning. Of course he had a few wobbly pops and this kind of made him a tough guy, he had to win. I don’t know how but I beat him pretty badly. Maybe it was because I wasn’t as drunk. After the wrestling match I was pretty cold since it was January and we were right out in the middle of town wrestling right next to the road, which was smart. I told him that I quit and I didn’t want to wrestle anymore and he flipped out. He called me a wuss and he wanted to actually fist fight. I started to walk away. I don’t remember what he said but it made me laugh which didn’t make him happy. “Alright, lets go!” he said as he was shaking all of the snow out of his clothes. I told him I didn’t want to fight which caused him to persistently call me a wuss which I didn’t take a liking too. I turned around and said, “Alright, if ya really want to fight hit me!” I stuck out my chin and presented him with a wide open shot. He being in the state he was in obviously punched me right on the button. I remember it hurting a little but I don’t know what happened. I flipped out, tackled, and punched him twice. I didn’t want to keep going because I noticed he had had enough. As I was getting up I apologized to him and walked inside to get warm. I was upset that he actually punched me first but I thought, oh well. The next day he called and apologized to me which I thought was nice because he started the scrap. We became buddies and still are to this day.