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That's my favorite rule
Johnny loses his mind on livestream
- By ShootingArts
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Okay a true story .
I was working in A war zone. Iraq.
Putting overhead protection over a D Fac (dinning facility). It served 5,000 meals a day. FOB Kalsue.
I was standing in line to show I D to the armed guards at the door. Meal time had a long line of armed people. A weapon was required, well except for us construction contractors.
The small special ops crew was traveling through and I stood in line behind 5 or 4 or 6Visibly uh steroids would be my best guess. They were All buffed.
So the elder member in the crew got in a beef with the youngster of the crew. So when the youngster started puffing up and posturing. Possibly proposing...The Oldster said, "You can't win. IF I kick your ass....you will never hear the end of it. If You kick my ass they will say, "Oh wow you kicked AN Old Man's Ass. Wow with sarcasm. Again you will never hear the end of it."
He cracked the young egg heads head and finally got the smile and handshake.
Uh oh an egg head flashback.
Huh, no, no....well not My point but older ain't always wiser.
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I have known a handful of men that didn't understand the realities of growing old. One's head came straight out of his shoulders. He could take a nap sitting down and never kink his neck, he didn't have one. A few of them were old school mechanics. Turning wrenches, lifting, all the work mechanics do, translates well to fighting strength. One was known around town as Iron John. Anybody that messes with anyone nicknamed Iron John needs to have their head examined! Another auto mechanic, another big man, picked up a cop that weighed well over two hundred pounds and tossed him way down a set of bleachers, the downhill was an advantage but Johnny still threw him a long ways. Four more deputies were coming to back up the first one. When they saw how far the first one flew they realized they were outnumbered and just stayed away until Johnny was through registering his complaint!
Another beast I knew, hell of a nice guy normally, Got in a fight against a bar. His back-up was a medium sized disabled fellow and a jockey sized guy. The fight was pretty even until somebody threw a chair at Louis. Louis thought this was a good idea and started picking up chairs and throwing them across the bar which was about sixty feet wide. When Louis ran out of chairs he started throwing the heavy based center pedestal tables about two feet wide. He was near one wall and bouncing them off the far wall. He cleared the bar, including the people working there and the owner! Everybody hunted a hole.
While Louis was very tall he didn't look muscular. I met him when I bought a '67 Chevelle from him. I brought a trailer to haul it but it didn't have any rear wheels on it, third member was in place. I asked how we were going to load the car. "Pick it up." He got behind the license plate and I got on one corner and we carried the back of the car about fifty feet and walked it on the trailer. I was in my teens and didn't do much of the work at all. Louis picked up the back of the car and pushed the whole thing on the trailer. Strange dirt tracks could be interesting to put it mildly. I used to make a point of inviting Louis or one or more of similar sized men I knew when going to out of town tracks for the first time!
Already long, but a funny story comes to mind. My sometimes road partner wasn't large, maybe five seven or eight at most, wasn't broad either. A man a full foot taller than him was paid to kick Bobby's ass. Not saying the place was rough but they had cleared out a pit in the woods behind them where there were fist fights, sometimes knives. People had died in the place or the pit. They had chairs back there and would serve you from the bar if you tipped well.
As they walked back to the pit the guy told Bobby that he didn't really have anything against him, he had been paid two hundred dollars to kick Bobby's ass. This ol' boy was known as a scrapper so Bobby figured he might as well get a couple licks in before he got his butt kicked. Bobby had to jump to hit the man in the jaw. When he did, the man went down and Bobby got to work on top of him. Knuckle and skull, feet, knees, elbows, everything available! When Bobby got through the guy looked like the loser in a Jim Croce song. I went in the place with Bobby a few weeks later and they were still giving him much respect! That was highly unusual for that place where fights were routine.
Bobby could play pool. I saw him run eight racks, the most I have seen in person. A barbox it is true but playing partners with him we were thirteen games up when I had shot twice! I took him on the road a few days after that, figured I would let Bobby do the heavy lifting and I would trim around the edges. Never saw him string three racks together again.
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