I used to verbally and physically fight everyone who had an issue with me. Sometimes they were racist blacks, spics, etc just gunning for me. Once I got jumped by 9 mexicans, they thought I was someone else! I got hit once, by surprise. They left with me still walking towards them (much to my dismay) None of that bothered me. What bothered me was when some fag I went to lunch with found me on facebook to apologize for saying mean things about my mother. We were all doing it, and it was FUN. Thats a GOOD memory for me, it was HILARIOUS but yes we did sometimes use it to propel into fighting but none of it meant anything like those real assaults. what a pussy, I hope apologizing made him feel worse. I told him I didnt care and that I didnt remember who he was (I really dont). btw... your mother is so skinny she goes hang gliding on doritios See its fun and I dont even know your mother.