Stupid Short Storys

Any one can out a story they wrote in here.

Now keep mind that I wrote this one at 11:21 at night so bear with me. Sorry if it stops making sence.

I dodge a fist as it flies just left of my face and I realize I’m in way over my head. I should never have picked this fight. You realize that you’re in over your head when you stand in the middle of a bar fight and you are in a fight were the odds are three to nine. I’ve already taken way to many hits to the face and enough body shots to know that next time I go to the bathroom I’ll be pissin’ blood. The sad thing is that my buddies are much better fighters then I am and they probably aren’t in much better shape than I am.
As another shot hits me right in the nose I realize that my thoughts would better serve me if they were focused on the fight. As one of the larger fellows I’m fighting buts me in a full nelson his buddy that just got done breaking my nose starts hitting me in the ribs. God that hurts. After a few shots to my lower body he decides take another shot at my head. All I had to do was throw my head to the side and he ends up bashing in his friends nose. Hey turnabout is fair play. Needless to say the big guy let go of me at which point I promptly laid the guy in front of me flat on the ground by punching him in the gut and as he doubled over in pain and shock I planted my knee square in his face. God pay back feels good.
“Hey Alton, could use a little help here,” my friend calls for me as he and Sanford are getting circled by the other seven guy.
   “Right, sorry Mo.” As I rushed over to help them, two of the guy hear me and turn to stop me. A very large very Drunk Marine takes a very sloppy left swing at my head, which was all too easy to dodge, and I hit him in what I like to call the dead leg spot. If you hit the leg in just the right spot on the outer side between the muscles their leg, it go numb and they lose a little bit of control for a short time. Well thank good this guy drank as much as he did because as soon as I hit his leg he fell and was looking at his leg like it was a dog that wasn’t doing what it is told.
   The other guy, a small little Latino guy jumped on my back. HE wrapped his legs around my torso and put me in a choke hold. The only problem with what he did is that as soon the person blacks out gravity has really well way with make that person good friends with the ground. I started to black out and Fell on the little guy. Now I may be a skinny guy but when you’re six two you still end up with your fair share of weight. I’m told by the people that watched the fight that when I fell on the kid it looked like a bug getting squashed with a stick. Hey, who am I to argue with gravity, as long as he’s on my side.
   As I start to come to I start to think of why this little square dance started. Well I joined the Navy a little bit over a year ago at the just shy of the age of twenty. Being twenty one now my roommates decided it would be a good idea to get me trashed. Well I’m a bit of a slow drinker. I know I’m a light weight and I wanted to enjoy myself. Sanford was a little toasty but nothing big but Mo was completely blitzed. The thing you have to know about Mo also his that he likes to think of himself as a little bit of a ladies’ man. So he goes up to the first thing he sees with a nice set of legs and starts flirting with her. Little did any of us know that this very attractive young lady was dating a Marine that of course, just happened to also be at the party. Well when you get to drunks that are both from the south talking about one girl you get a fight.
   About the time I get done looking back at how this all started and realizing that this is really stupid Sanford pulled me to my feet, which is really impressive for a guy that is a full foot shorter that me and still drunk, and asks “Hey Booter, you ok?”
   “Ya, I’m good.” I really wasn’t but by the looks of things we were still in the middle of a fight. By this time Mo and Sanford had brought what was left of the Marines down to a party of three. “Three on three? I can work with that.”
   “Good, because Mo and I thought you were out of the fight.” At which point Sanford slaps me on the back and almost knocks me off my feet. “Good to have you back Booter.”
   “Hey if you two are done kissing I could use a little help,” Shouted Mo with a bit of a slur in his speech. Off again we go off to fight the Jar heads. Mo and Sanford having done this many times knock their people out faster than I could. I’m laying there with this guys legs over my chest as he is wrapped around my arm and pulling my hand towards his head and the two of them just watch and chuckle to themselves as I try to wiggle out of the arm lock.
   “A little help would be nice,” I manage to crock out.
   “Hey Alton, tag team.” Mo put out his hand and I slap it with my free hand. All he does is punch the guy in the face once and he’s out cold. “Have fun?”
   “Thanks Mo. You and Sanford really know how to show a guy a good time. Never take me out for my birthday again.”

~Fin~

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