Bar fight

Walking tall, head held down, bloody bat dragging the ground. I told that stupid bastard I was ruthless. He didn't believe me, now he lies toothless. I tried to talk him down, back him out of a fight, but he had been drinking Jack steady all night. He had drunk enough to be right cocky, he thought I was Apollo and he was Rocky. I was just drunk and waiting for a ride when this asshole asked me to step outside. I said no thanks and grabbed my liquor bag, that's when he pushed me and called me a fag. Now I'm a big guy,but he was alot bigger, and I could tell the whiskey had him on a hair trigger. I didn't want to step out so I thought real quick I said no thanks you can't suck my dick. Well that got a laugh out of the whole place, and he just got more red in the face. I knew right then, call it a hunch, Mr. Redneck threw the first punch. I ducked to the right, his fist caught air, I spun around and grabbed up a chair. He didn't have a chance the poor drunk fool, he was the china shop, I was the bull. I swung that chair with all my might, and this time he's the one that ducked to the right. I missed him completly and hit ole Junior Baker. Mr. Redneck came back with a prize winning hay maker. I lost the chair, and fell on my ass, taking down tables and breaking glass. That was the straw that broke the camels back, and brought the whole bar in on the attack. The bartender was yellin and swinging his bat, and I still wasn't sure where I was at. He threw the bat at me, and I ducked my head. I knew if it hit me I'd probly be dead. Well I jumped up, bat in hand just in time to meet Mr. Redneck man. I swung that bat, swung from the south, and caught that redneck square in the mouth. I left him there is a bloody heap holding his mouth, and missing his teeth. That's what he gets for all his bold talk. Screw the ride I'm gonna walk.