Unless your “friend” was someone who had stolen money from you while on vacation in Florida, yet still pretended to be your friend. In that situation, would you fight someone who was kicking your “friend’s” ass, thereby risking serious injury yourself? This situation happened to me many years ago, and required me to make a quick decision.
My “friend” and another guy were in a bar, and my “friend” had his eye on a woman who, unbeknownst to him, was already taken by a martial arts badass who was also in in the bar. The badass noticed my “friend” eyeing his woman, and came over and stood right in front of him, not facing him, but blocking him out like he wasn’t even there, while talking loudly to his friends in the bar. My “friend” stood there frozen like a statue for awhile, getting more and more pissed. I noticed what was happening and said, “Let’s get out of here.”
As I led the way out of the bar, my stupid “friend” shoved this guy real hard from behind, and proceeded to walk out, as if there would be no consequences for him doing that! As soon as we got outside the bar, this martial arts guy flew outside, attacked my “friend,” and started beating the hell out of him. The other guy we were with said, “Hey!” and grabbed him off my “friend,” but was immediately knocked out cold by the martial arts guy’s friend, who had also followed us out of the bar. The martial arts guy quickly had my “friend” pinned to the ground and was punching him in the face repeatedly, while his friend stood nearby, ready to attack me if I tried to help.
Ignoring that threat, I grabbed the martial arts guy by his bowling-ball-sized shoulder and said, “Enough!” at which point he jumped off my “friend” and started attacking me. He was obviously a trained martial artist, because the fast and perfect-form front kicks he was throwing at me could only be done by a trained martial artist. He had obviously done this many times before, and showed no hesitation or fear at all.
Being a pretty good athlete myself, and agile, I was in a fighting stance, but was just jumping back each time he kicked, causing him to miss with each kick. Just to see how hard he was kicking, and to show him I wasn’t afraid, I stuck my left hand out one time while jumping back and let him kick it, and my hand flew way up over my head, and was swollen like a sausage the next day. He was wearing pointy-toed cowboy boots, and was trying to kick me in the balls.
But by jumping back each time he kicked, I was drawing him further away from my “friend” on the ground, which was my real intention. I called him a pussy for kicking at me like a girl, but the truth is that he could have seriously hurt me with those kicks, if he had connected. He eventually got tired of kicking and missing me each time, and was clearly getting worried that I was drawing him further and further away from his friend (we were about 30 feet from the bar’s entrance by that time), so he called me a pussy and left with his friend, without attacking my “friend” any more.
I then drove my “friend” and the other guy to the nearest hospital ER to be checked out (they were both okay except for some bruises and a bloody nose). It could have been much worse for my “friend” and for me. I didn’t try to fight his attacker, even though his front kicks left him vulnerable to a takedown. I could have rushed him while his kicking leg was still in the air and slammed him to the ground, and thought about doing it, but didn’t, because 1) His friend, who was also built like a bodybuilder and clearly knew how to fight, was waiting nearby, and would have jumped on me, making it two against one, thereby virtually assuring that my ass would get kicked real bad, and 2) In the back of my mind, I knew that real friends don’t steal money from you, and I wasn’t going to risk being seriously injured fighting two muscular badasses for a thief who had stolen money from me, and had never shown any loyalty to me.
I felt really bad about it for many years, and lost my thief “friend” (who was more like a drinking buddy) as a result of my not fighting those two muscular badasses over his stupidity in that bar, but I realize now that I made the right decision. A “friend” like that isn’t worth fighting for.
Unless your “friend” was someone who had stolen money from you while on vacation in Florida, yet still pretended to be your friend. In that situation, would you fight someone who was kicking your “friend’s” ass, thereby risking serious injury yourself? This situation happened to me many years ago, and required me to make a quick decision.
My “friend” and another guy were in a bar, and my “friend” had his eye on a woman who, unbeknownst to him, was already taken by a martial arts badass who was also in in the bar. The badass noticed my “friend” eyeing his woman, and came over and stood right in front of him, not facing him, but blocking him out like he wasn’t even there, while talking loudly to his friends in the bar. My “friend” stood there frozen like a statue for awhile, getting more and more pissed. I noticed what was happening and said, “Let’s get out of here.”
As I led the way out of the bar, my stupid “friend” shoved this guy real hard from behind, and proceeded to walk out, as if there would be no consequences for him doing that! As soon as we got outside the bar, this martial arts guy flew outside, attacked my “friend,” and started beating the hell out of him. The other guy we were with said, “Hey!” and grabbed him off my “friend,” but was immediately knocked out cold by the martial arts guy’s friend, who had also followed us out of the bar. The martial arts guy quickly had my “friend” pinned to the ground and was punching him in the face repeatedly, while his friend stood nearby, ready to attack me if I tried to help.
Ignoring that threat, I grabbed the martial arts guy by his bowling-ball-sized shoulder and said, “Enough!” at which point he jumped off my “friend” and started attacking me. He was obviously a trained martial artist, because the fast and perfect-form front kicks he was throwing at me could only be done by a trained martial artist. He had obviously done this many times before, and showed no hesitation or fear at all.
Being a pretty good athlete myself, and agile, I was in a fighting stance, but was just jumping back each time he kicked, causing him to miss with each kick. Just to see how hard he was kicking, and to show him I wasn’t afraid, I stuck my left hand out one time while jumping back and let him kick it, and my hand flew way up over my head, and was swollen like a sausage the next day. He was wearing pointy-toed cowboy boots, and was trying to kick me in the balls.
But by jumping back each time he kicked, I was drawing him further away from my “friend” on the ground, which was my real intention. I called him a pussy for kicking at me like a girl, but the truth is that he could have seriously hurt me with those kicks, if he had connected. He eventually got tired of kicking and missing me each time, and was clearly getting worried that I was drawing him further and further away from his friend (we were about 30 feet from the bar’s entrance by that time), so he called me a pussy and left with his friend, without attacking my “friend” any more.
I then drove my “friend” and the other guy to the nearest hospital ER to be checked out (they were both okay except for some bruises and a bloody nose). It could have been much worse for my “friend” and for me. I didn’t try to fight his attacker, even though his front kicks left him vulnerable to a takedown. I could have rushed him while his kicking leg was still in the air and slammed him to the ground, and thought about doing it, but didn’t, because 1) His friend, who was also built like a bodybuilder and clearly knew how to fight, was waiting nearby, and would have jumped on me, making it two against one, thereby virtually assuring that my ass would get kicked real bad, and 2) In the back of my mind, I knew that real friends don’t steal money from you, and I wasn’t going to risk being seriously injured fighting two muscular badasses for a thief who had stolen money from me, and had never shown any loyalty to me.
I felt really bad about it for many years, and lost my thief “friend” (who was more like a drinking buddy) as a result of my not fighting those two muscular badasses over his stupidity in that bar, but I realize now that I made the right decision. A “friend” like that isn’t worth fighting for.
I think you made the right decision. I also agree that drinking buddies are not necessarily “true friends.” 🙂