my brother and his knuckle head friends went to a "pretty much anything goes" club in houston. one of the guys there was giving my bro's friend (2nd) the eye and it bothered him. he could of left him well enough alone but he didn't. he talked to guy and they went outside. my bro and the 3rd friend followed them out and the 2nd talking to the "club" guy wanted him to leave with them to another place. clubguy went to go tell his friends he was leaving and came back out. on their way to the truck they jumped him and beat him.
my bro told me this story over some brews which he didn't realize was a no no. he said it was fun. i got up, finished the brew, tossed the can in the trash and pimp slapped him. my little bro, being back from the marines and having learned pressure point techniques, tried to get to those pressure points but wasn't quick enough. learning kickboxing was a good thing for me. i got ahold of the 3rd one night when i came across him. the second has sinced moved to an unknown location. not that he knew i was looking for him but he left before i was even told the story.
middle school were the worst years for me cuz i always got picked on. high school changed all that but i wasn't a bully. when things cooled down i talked with my bro and he says he now understands and feels sorry. i hope that's true. i didn't want my brother to be one of those types.
if someone talks crap to you and you can kick their arse then that's fine. but save yourself the drama. it's not worth it and you never know what revenge will bring you.
if you need to fight, join the local boxing, karate of wrestling team. sorry for making it so long. even bragging about what you saw and thinking it was "the baddess ass thing" just isn't cool. not in my opinion at least.
You only live once, but if you live it right, once is enough.