my interest was cut short....when going to a battle of the bands at age 16
with a bunch of buddies...in a Braintree Hockey rink....
i met a
very pretty girl who decided to make me her instant boy friend.
i thought. Unfortunately her recently Dumped ANGRY
ex- boyfriend was there looking for her with all of his friends too.
the pretty girl and i had gone from behind the hockey safety glass to the main floor where the battle broke out and in self defense i managed to knock a few down
until i was over powered like 7 to 1....then i got madder than the HULK and wanted to see if i could actually rip the trouble makers head off of his neck.
being endlessly kicked in the back head and face.
Soon, i saw a striped pair of pants (cops) breaking up the fight as i choked this little creep ...in a headlock....on the floor...and my friends who all were unable to help, met me in the bathroom where i was dressing my wounds and rinsing off all the blood... then the "Gang" came in saying.... and i'll never forget this line...." lets make him bleed" with the sound of switch blades in unison all popping open.... then the cops all rushed in ..Thank god....and threw us all outside....without any medical assistance i found myself alone outside a rear door barely able to see...with my eyes swelling shut...i began pounding the crap out of one gang member who finally fled.
the pain was ok.... i healed .but my mother's cries of sorrow were heart breaking when she saw her battered almost un -recognizable son come in the door. That year we moved to the beach and hunting and fishing was all i cared about....and began turning plugs 36 years ago.
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