I would like to claim "beer muscles", but I heard this years ago. I do agree with you that I am talking from a different perspective than I may have had 30 years ago. I also think that you are reminiscing about a time that no longer exists as well.
In this age of the internet, many people do not just learn a lesson and move on. Their mistakes are filmed by someone on their cell phone and posted for everyone to see. People also feel more emboldened to act if they believe that they have been disrespected. There have been frequent stories of an altercation escalating to the point where someone is shot and possibly killed in addition to less severe consequences such as an assault charge, a serious injury or job loss. In my experience, the real tough guys (which I am not one) realize this and know that fighting is the last resort. Both Kron and Jordan are learning this the hard way right now. I would have hoped that they would have learned that lesson before they were in their mid to late 20's.
The shooting thing is just fear porn. Drop 12 large urban inner cities, literally areas measured in blocks not miles, from the number of shooting crimes have declined for like 40 years. The kids in IC aren't running around packing guns on their persons. Obviously, any shooting should be investigated and unjustified shooters should generally feel the full weight of the law.
But, you make a good point. I am very happy about the lack of cellular photography when I was young...lots of stupid shit that would have made someone's FB page. It also clears up the who shot first questions that are usually attendant any barroom altercation.
You also made another good point, this is the kind of nonsense that goes on in teens and 20s. Kron was like 29 and kind of at the outer limit of tolerance. If you're still brawling into your 30s, you might just be the problem and need that next level of criminal education.
Like I said above, a combination of maturity and a lifetime's lesson of provoking others into rage, my career came to an end and I was probably .500 at best. Like I've said, I'm a smart ass and provoke anger, especially if substances are involved and the editorial function between mouth and brain fails. After that I grew up, knew that lawyers cannot be in bar fights and I should probably stop flipping shit at strangers. Just two actual fights since then.
I was 27 and some drunk punk took offense at my and two friends wearing suits to a street party, coming from a wedding. I retreated literally with my back against the wall outside Johnnies 3rd Street side and my hands up. When my back hit the wall I told the prick I had no room to retreat further and if he didn't **** right on off I was going to break his nose and maybe a finger. He looked at my bow tie and laughed. Then he pushed me against the wall so I broke his nose and then a finger on his right hand in the middle of the punch he threw before his lights went out. What the hell was I supposed to do? Wait for the police to arrive and call an ambulance for me?
My very last altercation was self defense 5 years later when my little bro and I hustled the old TGI's kitchen staff out of their paychecks, playing darts of all things. Needless to say they didn't take the discovery that we were, in fact, right handed with much sportsmanship. Five of them, two of us. One guy broke a pool cue over my bro's size 50 back (like literally poking a bear) from behind (a real "sucker punch") and another guy threw a pool ball at me-bad aim as I was within 6 feet. Again, what do you do in that situation? Running is not an option for us so do we let those meth smoking servants kick our asses while we await the police or do we kick the shit out of them in the next 60 seconds and again reassert the evolutionary principle of the fittest surviving?
Real world situations in which real people found themselves. Similar things happen everyday. Do we use police resources to investigate every fight like that, although the police arrived eventually both times. The last time the cop in charge was my mother's godson so the police did not take 25 8x10 color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one of them telling how they would be used as evidence against us. They just wanted to know if Mike or I wanted to press charges. Of course we did not. That last altercation would have been a good video-it was hilariously funny.
My God that was almost 29 years ago. Auld lang syne indeed.