Indeed, my life have turned 180 in regard to confrontation.
In my youth i was in a very twisted and violent environment as crime are, but i did manage to steer clear of that pretty much back then, though as a little guy ( tall but skinny ) i of course had to assert myself now and then, which i managed by doing stupid dangerous things but rarely violent, though in circles like that if you are " invited to dance" you better take up that invitation or you are looked upon as weak.
Even if the guy are 2 X larger and can throw you thru a brick wall.
But back then it was okay, no one was jumping up and down on peoples faces or kicking people lying down, so fights often ended faster than they started
Though dont worry i am not looking for it that much, this was just a firestorm of bad timing, and if would have been more enjoyable if the guy had been a immigrant gangster drug dealer or a biker ditto, cuz then things would have been flying.
Maybe i have become a flagellant that require the help of others to bleed, i am sure as hell not spanking myself, or looking for a mistress to do it.
But somehow the taste of blood or the sight of it are now alluring to me and i would like to try it again though it have been many decades, it is pretty funny cuz in general violence are of course stupid and pointless.
I have always said that everyone need their ass kicked now and then to keep their priorities strait, perhaps since it have been so long i have lost my priorities.
Funny thing, some of the people i knew back in the old days liked to fight, so they toured around in a few cars looking for fights, but some times they ended up in a bar with big ass farmers or fishermen, and those guys mutilated the punk ass City boys they where, cuz while they had violent tendencies, well most of them dident really pack the stuff you need to sustain such a living without scratches.
And of course when that happened they always was big mouthed and talking about returning with more people and even guns and settle the score, but it never happened cuz after all they / we was just punk ass kids.
A few more ounces of weed and various powders, and maybe a successful fight in town and things was forgotten.
PS. i got out of that pretty fast when my brain started to work just a little.