Got a few personal contact stories.
Jaimoe's brother in law- worst fight I've ever been in my life. I mean, I got fucking massacred by this guy, and he's only a puny little shit.
Admittedly my game was a bit off that night. Those two cases of beer, almost a full quart of vodka, coke, weed, and God knows what else....had quite a lot to do with it. Seems as if I must have fought half the town that night. I kept on running into people asking "WTF was the matter with you?" years afterward. Very sketchy on what happened that night and a lot of it I have absolutely no recollection whatsoever- Damage to houses from people that tried to help me, damage to vehicles that tried to give me a ride. None worse than the damage to my nose and face, tho.
At least I didn't run into Jaimoe. At least I don't
think I did. :?
Edit- Lucky not to have suffered Duane and Berry's fate. Because a lot of the fighting was from me wanting to ride my motorcycle and people trying to stop me. I do remember trying to ride home, bike almost completely trashed and the clutch cable broke, running off the road and crashing about every 100 yards at one point and then running out of gas and leaving it on I-95
Another tale-
A coworker of mine from several years ago ran into Dickey at a club up around Hartford where he was playing. "Black Eyed Sally's", I think it's called. Anyway, Dickey was drunk off his ass and tried hitting on her to a supposedly very uncomfortable degree. It's my guess that Dickey was severely intoxicated, because the coworker in question is a 300 lbs. black woman
