@Powers96 thats dangerous bro damn, you gotta stay away from the fights and spend more time in the gymNot exactly an update but an answer to the common questions.
That specific fight was at night in my home town and it was really just my friend (Ian) called me and asked if I was down to back him up and as always I said yes. We had probably 9 or 10 people there but decided that 3 extras to watch was probably good. When we got there, there was 5 of them and 2 had big ass kitchen knives. Before fighting we all argued about that, they tossed the knives but by that point we had about 15 others come up and around behind us. We had a small opportunity to bounce but 1 person (mike) decided to bang his set and when the other people did the same I started swinging cause I knew it was about to happen anyways. I hit one dude, he hit the ground, and than some very bug person lifted me up and threw me across the street. I woke up to someone bedding down to stab me while my friend at the same time came up and kicked him in the head. I got up and tried to keep swinging but my arm was hanging down and wouldn't move right. I looked around and saw how bad shit was and YELLED ALOT to get tf out. I hopped in my car and started trying to hit people to get my friends out ( reaching across my body to shift with my left arm since right was fucked). I didn't really learn how bad I was hurt until I was in the hospital. The staff was trippin at first cause if the Big slash in my shirt but they found only a scratch.
I planned on going after all those guys but I also learned from my sister who knew some of them that the whole thing started because Ian actually went to fight them to stick up for his friend Jarrett. Jarrett is in prison right now for a whole slew of charges, but he started the whole thing by using the N word in a verbal fight he had with the group we ended up fighting. I'm not and never will be racist so I let the whole thing go. What makes me laugh about it tho is that we had 1 Mexican and 1 black man with us as we didn't know the racial part of the situation yet. And the Mexican with us (big mike) was the one to bang his set
I am lucky they didn't get me with the knife or just stomp my head in, I think they had every intention of putting my light out for good but just didn't get the opportunity to follow through.
In my home town we had several fights that took over blocks or large areas of neighborhood, I was rarely absent for any of them.
After the fight i got prescribed some pills that started a crazy drug addiction that didnt end until i cleaned my life up for good (about 20-21 years old) and now im 8ish years sober and havent been in a fight in 6ish years.
-I changed my ways because I realized there was no future plan for what I was doing and I was headed to prison like both my parents. I think all I had wanted was a family/ group to defend and feel like I'm apart of something. When I realized this I moved to Washington from Nebraska and now I have a real family that I will never let anything/ anyone hurt or ruin for me. I'm with the best woman I have ever met and we have 2 kids that are just beautiful. They are everything to me and I will not ruin what I have now. I am very blessed and grateful.
I love fighting and I don't take disrespect lightly so it's a hard thing to put behind me and the gym barely suppresses that but I'm trying hard everyday!
Sorry for the length of that story.
*And damn!! BodyMonster fighting on tankers is insane
you gotta really stick to the training
and drug addictions are bad, i was on drugs and alcohol but now clean for many years training
you're in the right place to clean up and grow
you need to really stay concentrated on your future cycle and gains
that shit makes me miss building houses. My boss threw a fucking Sawzall once 
