Face Punch 101

"Blocking a Punch is not to be done with ones face..."

_{~ guy w/broken nose}

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I was drinkin' a Beer @ a place called the Hotel with a guy name Johnny Esser.

John & Me @ The Hotel

When in walked a man with a girl hand in hand and they was lookin' for you know who.

He said Hey there fellas with the long hair yer yellows, whatcha assholes gonna do?

Cuz this is my woman here and you guys are queers. So this might be all for yunz.
_{(yunz/yinz is Pittsburgh Pennsyl-Tucky slang for you/ya'll)}

Well I wasn't scared a bit, and totally drunk as shit, and already givin' the bartender my keys. Cuz He was lean and mean, big and bad but not ten foot tall and bulletproof like me.

I said "wait a minute Eric" as he walked by I said "who you calling asshole!" Then he grabbed my shirt and all the rest is a blur...

It was late on a Saturday Night. John Esser and I were sitting side by side on barstools at our favorite watering hole called... The Waterford Hotel

We were wasted and acting the fools for the cute little barmaid called Debbie. Drinking and Tipping our paychecks away to her as we did every weekend for years.

When in walks a guy named Eric who used to bully me in school. He had my ex girlfriend Diane Z with him and her new boyfriend who ironically had the same name as me. Yep, Diane ended up marrying that guy, She had a couple kids and a divorce with him also. This is straight up gods honest truth. My life is full of comedic irony and unbelievable bullshit like this True Story.

They did not stay long as we were clowning around and laughing loudly at them. As this Eric guy walked passed us when they were leaving he called us assholes. He did not make it out the door. I met him there and told him to say it again. He did as he grabbed me by the shirt. The rest really is a red haze of anger. I vaguely remember punching upward as this Eric guy was nearly a foot taller than I was. The rest of this story is third person as it was told to me by some friends of ours who were walking in as it happened.

They said I pulled my arm back to swing at Eric and my elbow broke one of the antique door windows. The Hotel is a restored historical Waterford PA (usa) landmark. Replacing that window cost me several hundred dollars.

They also told me later upon sobering up that I threw a hundred punches only connecting with several. Harold Farbaugh (RIP) told me I threw one punch and missed and I spun completely around went down on one knee and came right back up with another haymaker swing. I will never forget Harold telling me...

"@krazzytrukker if you would have connected with some of those punches you would have killed that guy."

The 76 Trans Am

One other highlights of that drunken 2 am brawl on the front steps of the Hotel. As that bully Eric was slinking away bleeding but still running his mouth and threatening me. I jumped up on the hood of my old 76 Trans Am and was yelling come on back tough guy or some other crazy shit. I know that part is 100% true cuz it fucked up my cars hood with scratches from my muddy boots.

The Moral to this story is...

LMFAO!

There ain't no fuckin' morals when your...

Besides that @krazzytrukker gots the moves like an 80 year old Jager.

Thanks as always for Riding Along jumping into the brawl and throwing punches with ol' KrazzyTrukker on this most awesome and never ending #weekend-engagement. Compliments of the now World Famous @galenkp. 👍😉👍

Bad Ass KT The Bandana Brawler