I don't got a pony in the race either way on this discussion, so I don't judge the shit you choose to do in your life. I don't like involving cops in any shit, in general, just due to the way I was raised and my own personal experiences with them over the years. I'm drunk, which is the only reason I'm typing this drivel out currently, believing in my mind that it might spark a moment in your life when you encounter one of these situations you describe, that you'll consider the thought.

In most settings, the older you get, the more you realize that your actions have consequences, as they should. When I was younger, loved to brawl, prided myself on being some super badass because I knew how to box, and am almost always larger, by good margin, than most people around me. But, you grow up, and you realize that kind of attitude just makes you look like an insecure manchild, and it makes any "decent folk" around you look like an out of control flaming douchebag.

I'm not speaking about you, in this context, that was all myself. I was all of those things. Your "boys" might talk you up and tell you how hard you is, but chances are, they're the same pieces of shit they've always been, because that's the life they choose to live. If you want to live that life, all the power to you, I'll just walk away and mumble "douchebag" under my breath, because I'm a coward.

Not every insult, altercation, or hint of a threat, requires physical retaliation. The one thing I was taught, when I was younger and training, is don't be a fucking bully. You don't throw the first punch unless there is an immediate threat to yourself or others around you that you give a shit about. I've lived by that rule for my entire life, and it's kept me out of shit that was entirely avoidable.

For all I know, it's kept me from being shot, stabbed, stalked, murdered, beat down, whatever. I don't know for sure, because I do my best to deescalate situations if possible, or walk away if not. Your boys may call you a bitch and a coward for walking away from shit like that, but your future thanks you for it. If they can't handle the fact that you make intelligent decisions in these cases, then maybe you should find companionship elsewhere.

As far as the cops go, thank God I have yet to have to contact one for this kind of thing, but if some motherfucker walked up and started assaulting me, and I have to worry about the fact that maybe one punch will put his drunkass head on the concrete and throw his ass into a coma or, worse, a manslaughter trial, I guarantee you I'd be saying "Yes, sir. No, sir." and filling out all the proper forms fucking stat.