May 1994 – I was in a bar, General Grants, and was a sitting on a bar stool when a guy came up to me and started giving me shit. I tried to ignore him, then walk away, but he would not let it go, so I decked him with one punch.
The bar was located in a very small town, so small that the largest building in it was a garage/hospital. I was led there by some woman, I know her face, but can’t place place her. (Stockard Channing? No, but close.) She led me to a back room and I saw two cots set up with two people on them. Apparently I had decked two people.
One of the guys woke up and looked at me and came over. He was a big guy, greased up hair, and he said tot me, Nice fight.. He then walked away to the other side of the room and waited for his friend to wake up.
Eventually, the other guy woke up and looked at me and laughed. He came over to me and started acting like he did at the bar last night. It was the next day by the way. Now there was a lot of people around and they were watching all this.
The guy basically acted out the scene of last night exactly as it happened, up to the point of when I hit him. I was up a small flight of stairs looking down at him and I noticed someone standing next to me, but I ignored it. I quickly disregarded it and looked back towards the guy putting on the show for all present. He was a big guy as well, and I was now surprised I decked him so easily.
He finished his act, then walked up the stairs to me and said, “It wasn’t me last night, it was him you hit”. He pointed to the guy next to me. He then laughed loudly, joined up with his buddy, and left the building. I turned to the guy standing next to me and it was a very old man.
