I Dont Know Where To Put This Story
In the 90s I stopped a fight with a shovel. I was most likely drunk/high as I always was in those days. Hell I'm still a drunk but I don't get high anymore. I don't remember specifics. I don't remember why the fight started I just remember being in someone's backyard. There was two guys going at it and I grabbed a shovel and charged at them. I swung it and cracked one of the guys on the back. I stopped it. I think some people started avoided me after that.