I bounced at a country western bar for about a year during college. The funny thing, first couple of months I'd evict patrons peacefully. My martial arts training and just generally being 'big' allowed me to do that. Then one day, a real furball broke out, and that was the water-shed for me. I found that I actually *enjoyed* fighting. After that, I can't tell you how many times I've fought, though I have broke my right hand twice... the last time (and my last fight) quite seriously. I don't even sweat about it, or get the 'butterflies' anymore. Just BAU. Though it has been six years now though since I've been in a fight. I dunno, am I getting older, smarter, or just more boring...
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