I pulled a Jason Bourne.

It was the first and only time something like that has ever happened. I was only about 18 years old, working at Walmart. I went in to cash a paycheck. At the counter, there's these two Mexican kids (older than I was at the time) behind me. I notice that as I get my cash and start to head out, they immediately follow me.

What? I'm assuming you were at customer service for a reason. You just waited in line all that time behind me only to leave when I do? I don't look back but I immediately know something is about to go down.

I get out to the parking lot, only about a row from where I parked and I can hear them behind me talking in Spanish. Then I get to my car and I hear, "something something We're getting paid today! Something something." Fuck.

I turn around and one of them is right in my face. I don't know how he got that close so quick. He starts shuffling his feet like he wants to fight and I don't want, I just deck him in the face. The other guy hesitates but eventually throws a haymaker at me. I block it and deck him also, but when he goes down, I hit him several more times in the face until he stays down.

I immediately turn around, get in my car, and leave. I told my mom but I could tell she didn't believe me. We ended up driving by there later and an ambulance was there. I have no idea if they were there for one of them, I doubt it. But she seemed to have an "oh" moment after that like it sunk it that it may have actually happened.

I used to compete in national tournaments (NASKA) but I had never really been in a street fight and I never would have had confidence in martial arts helping me much in a real fight.